Sexcapade Files #18: Squirt Waterfalls

For the longest time, I had known that I knew how to squirt in my early 20s, and I wasn’t sure if that was normal. I would be lying on my bed, rubbing my clit with my slick cum, dipping my fingers into my vagina, back and forth, until I would feel my pussy muscles clench and I would gasp and bite my lip from the pleasure, and then, suddenly, a gush of watery liquid would come out from me, and the wetness would spread onto my bed sheets as if I had wet the bed like a three-year old. I wasn’t sure what that was until it happened one night with Eric.

Eric and I had been touching each other that night – lying side by side, naked on the bed, he and I were kissing, wrestling with our tongues and biting lips, sucking the tip of his tongue, when I had reached down to stroke his penis. It was already hard when I had decided to stroke it, and drops of precum were glistening on his head. I smeared the precum on his head, gently rubbing it back and forth, and massaging his head with my hands when he broke our kiss, moved in between my legs, and began to lick my pussy.

He pulled the skin flat from my clit and licked the undersides of my clit, then rapidly flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Then he took his lips and sucked my clit, massaging it with his lips, while he dipped two of his large fingers into my wet pussy. My head bent back, a moan escaped my lips, and I held onto the bed sheets tightly, feeling my pussy clench onto his fingers, while his fingertips scratched my g-spot, clenching tighter and tigher, until my pussy exploded – a gush of water flowed out from my pussy and spilled onto the bed sheets, wetting the bed.

Eric’s head shot up from between my legs and exclaimed: “You just squirted!”

“Squirted? What’s that?” I said, so afraid that I peed on the bed.

“It’s when a woman shoots liquid from her pussy, just like what you did,” he said.

“Are you saying that it’s not pee? Serious?!” I said.

“Wow babe, you definitely are one hell of a porn star, you just squirted! Awesome!” he said.

So from that day forward, I wasn’t ashamed when I “wet” the bed…