My First Time Squirting

“Wait…That was your first time squirting?”

 

I’m completely naked and still have my pussy inches away from his face. Quite frankly, I’m still orgasming but I have done enough for Frank’s ego this evening. The cheeks on my face are flushing bright red and I sheepishly nod confirmation. It was my first time squirting. The truth is that I thought female ejaculation was just a myth. Some made-up party trick that only one vagina ever pulled off in real life and now has become something of a fairy tale in porn films only.

And yet here I was, my first time squirting and still gushing with stained sheets beneath me.

Once I finally reached the end of my climax, I collapsed down on the bed next to Frank. We have only been seeing one another for a few weeks. To be honest, I was not completely sure I even want a boyfriend anymore. Our little kinky arrangement has been working out perfectly fine so far but I sensed he did want something more committed. There was no easy way for me to discuss this with him either because despite Frank being such a fun fuck, he lacked the employment status and education that I required for a long-term relationship partner. What should I say to him? “Sorry Frank, your dick was craved by God himself and I love that about you but you’re an idiot otherwise”.

Frank’s fingers dance along the inside of my thighs and I grin devilishly back at him. Who knows how long I was lost in my thoughts because he is ready to go again. “It’s perfectly normal for girls to experience a little bit of shock after their first time squirting, Lana”, he whispers encouragingly into my ear. “Just think of me as your emotional support man-whore and this time you’ll be expecting it”.

I’m looking him directly into his big blue green puppy dog eyes.

We’re back in motion once more and he is holding me in the air reverse spread eagle. Frank’s cock is a meaty 9 inches with a wonderfully chiseled mushroom head. He is coaching me through this next set of orgasms with more dominance than before. “Was that really your first time squirting, you better not be lying to make me feel special.” I am able to catch our reflection in the giant mirror I have positioned in the corner of my bedroom. Our bodies are all tangled together in a way that looks almost ritualistic. He’s begging for me to do it again, and again, and again. The pressure is all on me to make his dreams come true which is doing nothing for me at this moment.

I break away from Frank and order him to the ground. The attempts to kingpin and out dominate me are causing extensive frustration but he is right about one thing- I do want to gush my pussy juice all over him again. He gets on his back and I begin furiously playing with my pussy. “Open up your mouth if you want it so badly!” Without a single break moment of thought, his jaw unhinges to gladly accept my juices as if he is receiving the communion wafer from a priest. It was my first time squirting but now I want to practice my shot for the girl on girl fun I’m planning this weekend.

 

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