The Squirting Games

Sarah and I had been together for three years, and our sex life was already adventurous, but tonight she wanted to push things further. 

We were in our spacious downtown apartment, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering city lights. The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp and a few candles she had placed around the coffee table. A thick towel covered the leather couch, and beside it sat a bottle of lube, her favorite vibrator, and a glass of water.

Sarah stood in front of me wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely reached her thighs. Her long auburn hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and her green eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Alright, rules are simple,” she said, hands on her hips. “You’re going to try to make me squirt as many times as possible before I tap out. Every time I do, you get a point. If I don’t squirt within ten minutes of each round, I get to edge you for five minutes without letting you cum. Loser makes breakfast in bed tomorrow… naked.”

I grinned, already feeling my cock twitch inside my sweatpants. “You’re on. But I’m not going easy on you.”

She laughed and pushed me down onto the couch. “Good. Because I want to soak everything tonight.”

I pulled her onto my lap, kissing her deeply as my hands slid under the t-shirt to cup her bare ass. She moaned into my mouth, grinding slowly against the growing bulge in my pants. I slipped the shirt over her head, revealing her full breasts and smooth, shaved pussy. 

My fingers traced down her stomach until they found her already wet folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked already,” I murmured, sliding two fingers inside her. She gasped, hips rolling to meet my hand.“

That’s round one,” she breathed. “Make me squirt, baby. I want to feel it gushing out.”

I curled my fingers upward, stroking that spongy spot inside her while my thumb circled her clit. Sarah’s breathing quickened. She gripped my shoulders, riding my hand with increasing urgency. Her moans grew louder, echoing softly in the open room.

“Right there… don’t stop,” she begged. Her thighs started to tremble. I pumped faster, adding a third finger. Suddenly her body tensed, and a hot rush of clear fluid sprayed over my hand and wrist, soaking the front of my pants and the towel beneath us.

“Fuck yes!” she cried out, her voice breaking as the orgasm ripped through her. A second, smaller squirt followed right after, dripping down my forearm.

I kept fingering her through it until she collapsed against my chest, laughing breathlessly. “One point for you.”

I kissed her forehead. “That was just the warm-up.”

We took a quick break for water, then I laid her back on the couch. This time I grabbed the vibrator, a thick wand with a soft head. I turned it on low and pressed it against her clit while sliding my fingers back inside her.

Sarah’s eyes fluttered shut. “Oh god… that feels too good.”

I worked her steadily, watching her hips buck. Her pussy clenched around my fingers, and within minutes she was gushing again, a powerful arc of squirt shooting out and splashing onto my chest. She screamed my name, body shaking violently.

“Two,” I counted, grinning.

She sat up, eyes wild with lust. “My turn to make you suffer.”

For the next five minutes she stroked my cock slowly with her slick hand, licking the head but never letting me thrust. Every time I got close, she squeezed the base and stopped. It was exquisite torture.

When my time was up, I flipped her onto all fours on the wide ottoman. I knelt behind her, rubbing my cock along her dripping slit before pushing in deep. Sarah moaned loudly as I filled her completely.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I gripped her hips and pounded into her, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. I reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles. Her walls fluttered around me, and soon she was pushing back against every thrust.

“I’m gonna… oh shit, I’m gonna squirt again!” she wailed.

I didn’t slow down. Her entire body convulsed as a huge gush exploded around my cock, spraying down her thighs and all over the ottoman. The sensation of her pulsing and soaking me pushed me close to the edge, but I held back.

“Three,” I growled, still thrusting through her orgasm.

We moved to the bedroom for round four. I laid her on her back at the edge of the bed with her legs over my shoulders. This angle let me hit her G-spot perfectly. I drove into her with long, powerful strokes while she rubbed her own clit.

“Talk to me,” I said, voice rough. “Tell me how it feels.”

“So full… your cock is hitting everything,” she panted. “I can feel another one building. It’s so intense… I’m going to flood the bed.”

Her words made me thrust faster. Sarah’s moans turned into desperate cries. Then it happened, a massive, continuous squirt that shot out in rhythmic pulses every time I bottomed out inside her. It drenched my stomach and ran down onto the sheets in streams.

“Four!” she gasped triumphantly, even as she kept cumming.

I pulled out and dropped to my knees, burying my face between her legs. My tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit while two fingers curled inside her again. Sarah’s hands fisted the sheets.

“I can’t… it’s too much… fuck, I’m squirting again!” 

She came hard, a clear torrent splashing against my chin and dripping down my neck. Her thighs clamped around my head as wave after wave rolled through her.

We lost count after that. The games blurred into pure, filthy pleasure. I fucked her in the shower next, watching her squirt down her legs as hot water cascaded over us. Back on the bed, she rode me reverse cowgirl, grinding and bouncing until she soaked my balls and thighs. Every orgasm seemed stronger than the last.

By the time we reached what felt like her eighth or ninth, Sarah was a trembling, blissful mess. Her hair stuck to her forehead, and her voice was hoarse from screaming.

“One more,” I whispered, spooning her from behind. I entered her slowly, one hand reaching around to rub her clit while the other gently pinched her nipple. “Give me everything, baby.”

She pushed back against me, whimpering. “I’m so sensitive… but I want it.”

I kept the pace deep and steady. Her breathing turned into short, desperate gasps. Then her whole body locked up, and she let out a long, guttural moan as the most powerful squirt of the night erupted from her. It sprayed forcefully across the bed, soaking everything in reach. She shook uncontrollably in my arms, tears of overwhelming pleasure in her eyes.

When she finally went limp, I kissed her neck softly. “I think you win. I lost count.”

Sarah turned in my arms, smiling dreamily. “Good. Because I want my naked breakfast… and maybe round two tomorrow night.”