[M]y first serious girl[f]riend discovers she can squirt, and likes talking dirty…

"You can fuck me harder. I think I'd like that," Abby said, as we laid on our sides facing each other in young-lover post-coital bliss. She was 17, I was 20, and we were each other's firsts. Well, I'd had one forced, half-drunk, because-I-thought-I-was-supposed-to, obviously-inexperienced attempt at sex in a car a year prior. I think I penetrated one of her holes? Maybe both? She had asked me to fuck her ass more than her pussy because she wasn't on the pill that month, but I could have both. I might've fucked both, or none…it was dark, I didn't know what it was supposed to feel like, and I was having issues keeping a hard-on, seeing as I'd jerked off twice that day prior thinking about losing my virginity that night. I'm pretty sure I came, but none of what happened that night felt real or right or like it counted. Sex with Abby was different. I could see, feel, experience everything…in a bed…using all of my fully-functioning senses.

So I fucked her harder the next time we had sex…which was about 5 minutes after she uttered the words "You can fuck me harder." It would've been sooner but there were other words that followed. Those words turned me on more than just about any I'd ever heard. It was like a shot of adrenaline that only affected my sex organs. They turned her on, too, because she truly did "like it."

We'd been having sex steadily for a few months, and since we were both new to it, it was true exploration. But we had the absolute trust, intimacy, truth in feeling and purpose that first-loves do. We were enamored of each other, and greatly enjoyed each other's bodies and minds. This was my first real-life experience of being turned on mentally AND physically. This wasn't a dirty story in Penthouse, a porno movie, or a fantasy inside my head. This was real, it happened, and it made me fully erect not 5 minutes after I'd just cum hard the first time. That sort of refractory period was also new to me.

"How hard? I already pull your hair and spank your ass, and I try to fuck you fast and hard anyway." I knew what she meant, I just wanted to hear her say it. Her saying it might make me cum prematurely, at this point. I desperately wanted to hear her say what I'd already thought, what I'd been thinking about for ages.

"You can pull it harder, just grab a lot of it. And spank me harder, too. So it stings for a while. And, maybe, like, instead of faster, you can just grab me and hold me down and, like, slam into me. Like with your whole body."

Yes. Now we were getting somewhere. My heart was racing like I was having sex already. "Can I hold your hands above your head? I know we jokingly talked about me choking you, but maybe we could try that…" Now my hands were playing with her incredibly full young tits. She had really large tits for her petite frame, and she was pale. Her nipples were clearish pink, which made her self-conscious, but was all so exotic and hot to me. These weren't the tits of some "pro" that you'd see in every dirty magazine or movie. They were firm, but soft, and they moved when I fucked her, when she sucked my cock, or when one of us played with them. And they were unique! Real, different, and mine to do with as I pleased.

"Yeah, hold me down like that. Yeah, I think I want to try that," she sheepishly said, smiling and averting her eyes in a genuine gesture. This was real, not some actress playing coy. There is no actress in any movie that could play coy convincingly to me after seeing the real thing that day. "I watched some porn last night, and it turned me on seeing the woman get choked…and called a slut."

One of my hands moved up to her throat, playfully wrapping itself around as much of it as it could…which was a lot of it, since my hands are on the larger side and her throat was on the smaller side. I applied no pressure, but I kissed her hard, and she kissed back harder, tongues immediately deep in each other's mouths pushing against each other, fighting as violently as we both wanted to fuck each other. The hand that was just playfully wrapped around her throat gently tightened as I rolled on top of her and pushed her onto her back in one motion. "So you wanna get fucked like a slut, then, huh?" I tried to hide the quaver in my voice as much as possible, and I guess it worked well enough to keep the mood going in the right direction. "Yeah, fuck me like your slut," she responded without a quaver. The quaver in my voice was out of sheer excitement and adrenaline rather than nerves. I couldn't contain myself. A fantasy was coming to life, and it was a filthy one I'd been stashing away in the back of my brain, at that. It had been neglected and almost forgotten about, but was suddenly dusted off and being put into use with no warning or preparation.

I straightened upright, braking away from her for a brief moment to grab a condom and put it on. I'd already eaten her pussy and fucked her once, and she was still wet and open from that, but reaching down now with a couple of fingers, I felt her wetness increased drastically. I immediately put her legs over my shoulders and used my hand to guide my cock into her wetness. It sunk in easily, fully, immediately. "You do want to get fucked like a slut, don't you?" I said this more convincingly now that I was fully in it, the dust and cobwebs fully shaken off of the fantasy. And with those words I put a hand more firmly around her throat than I had previously. "Yes, fuck me," she managed back. "Are you my slut?" I spat out quickly in response, the fantasy now fully fleshing out in all of its filthy glory. "Yes, I'm your little slut," came out of her slightly restricted throat.

I fucked her with all of my weight. Slowly out 75% of the way, then firmly 110% back down inside, with a thrust that used muscles in my back and hips that had never been used. It had to be executed slowly, because I was so turned on that I was on the verge of cumming with every movement I made, every word said. But it also felt better, harder, and made her appreciate every inch of my cock's moderately good length and more impressive girth. I looked into her eyes. "You like being fucked hard like that, like the slut that you are?"

"Yes, I'm your slut, fuck me like your personal slut." I couldn't take it anymore. I tightened my grip on her throat, and she began to moan and tense up as I managed a few last-ditch, impossibly hard thrusts before exploding in the condom. I kept fucking as I came, moaning as well, though not like she was. As she came I left my rapidly deflating cock inside of her to feel her spasms, let her legs down off of my shoulders, and put more of my body on hers. I felt a rush of warm liquid on my balls as my cock slipped out of her slick, mostly bald pussy. What was that? The condom's still on, my cum is inside of it. My bed suddenly felt cool and wetter than usual after sex. I collapsed next to her, reaching a hand down between her still-parted legs to feel her wetness, which caused her to flinch from sensitivity. Her pussy was just dripping.

I kissed her gently. "Was that ok for you, or too much?" She was still breathing heavily and quickly, but managed, "It was fucking amazing." And then, as she's saying this, the enormity and reality of what had just happened exploded in my muddled post-sex brain with a clarity bomb. "I think you squirted."

She sort of recoiled, reaching down and feeling how wet the bed was. "Really? I've never done that, I didn't think I could. The girl in the porn I was watching squirted, I think, too! Are you fucking serious?" Wide smiles. sheepish but proud. "I felt it, that's what it was! It was dripping off my balls as I was finishing cumming." "It did feel different from my normal orgasms…Holy shit, I fucking squirted!"

We actually high-fived. Then I got a towel, and we started talking about how hot it was, and how she's not actually a slut, but saying the word, feeling dirty, feeling like a desirable sexual object, but in a safe environment where she wasn't actually being objectified and mistreated…how intensely hot it was for her. She loved that she could get into feeling like something that she wasn't really. She could experience a sort of freedom and that comes with actually being a "slut," without the guilt and shame associated with actually being one in our society. I told her I didn't think it was a bad word, anyway, people should be allowed to do as they please with their bodies, and it's no one else's business. This way of thinking is always hard to accept. She agreed, but we were monogamous, so she wasn't going to be promiscuous. But she enjoyed just feeling like a libertine, like she'd broken through and was living in that judgement-free utopia where people really CAN do what they please with their bodies without it being anyone else's business. I loved taking her there, opening those doors for her and walking through them to a new sexual plane.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3facls/my_first_serious_girlfriend_discovers_she_can