Nothing says a girl is enjoying herself quite like a spurting pussy. Ladies get lessons on how to let the love juices flow on Squirting 101, which serves as inspiration for the following story…

Jared and I were friends hanging out and bitching about our frustrations.

“I haven’t come in ages!” I groaned.

Jared moved closer to me.

“I know the feeling… what do you say we take care of it?”

“Excuse me?”

I wasn’t sure if I’d heard correctly.

“You’re hot,” he said. “And I’ve seen you stare when I take my shirt off.”

He laid a gentle hand on my knee. He’d done it hundreds of times, but there was intent behind this touch and my pussy clenched.

I licked my lips when he undid his pants.

He was hard and his cock was gorgeous.

“Suck me,” was all he said.

I sank to my knees.

Swamped with his scent, his taste, I teased him with my tongue, loving his cock, determined to make him come. I lost track of time, knowing nothing but the extreme satisfaction of his come filling my throat.

I was on his bed in a heartbeat and my jeans and panties were off. I felt him spread my legs wide and buckle them into place.

I had no idea he was kinky.

“What are you doing?” I demanded.

Jared didn’t answer; he simply shoved my hips back and thrust two fingers deep in my pussy. I was so wet, they slid in easily. His fingers shifted and then found a spot inside me I could never fully manipulate. A fierce, painful arousal started on the spot as his fingers rubbed me there. He thrust in and out. The feeling was so intense, I didn’t think I could take it, but Jared was relentless and the straps held firm.

I was screaming, my muscles tense, my body shaking.

Then it happened, my pussy convulsed and I felt a gush of liquid between my thighs.

I’d never come so hard.