Squirting and Lies

For the April Fools Day story contest. A short tale featuring squirting and silly deception.

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Becca rolled onto her side and smiled at Carl. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"I'm just surprised no one has made you squirt yet, that's all. Every woman should get to experience it. Do you WANT to squirt?"

Becca laughed. She pushed her fingers back through her thick, brown hair. "Well, yes. I need to see what all the hype is about. But isn't it so... messy?"

Carl was already walking over to the closet to get a towel. "That's the best part! That's why they make towels."

She couldn't believe this was happening. Being newly single had started off depressing, but now she was living her best life. She had met Carl through Tinder, where they had hooked up on the first date. Becca had never done that before, but there was something so enticing about Carl. He exuded a playfulness that Becca was excited by. She wanted to do so much with him. There were endless things to explore, squirting being one of them.

"Come here," said Carl, pushing back Becca's legs.

Her naked body trembled as Carl got in between her thighs and began to stroke the entrance of her pussy. She was already wet from the long, teasing makeout session they had just had, so his two fingers slid easily inside.

"Mmmm," Becca moaned, her hips rolling upward.

"Keep them down," said Carl quietly, smiling as he looked into Becca's eyes. His blue gaze was intense yet warm. He gently pushed down Becca's pelvis.

Becca kept her head lifted to watch as Carl started to finger her. He went slowly at first, but deeply, and Becca finally dropped her head and started to relax. Pleasure was building up inside of her. She could have cum like that, but Carl had other ideas.

He began to pound into her with an increasing speed, until finally, Becca's entire body was shaking from the force of his fingers. Her breasts bounced as Carl finger-fucked her, his digits curling inside of her.

"Come on, Becca," Carl said through gritted teeth. "Let yourself go for me. Be a good girl and let me see you squirt."

Becca's eyes fluttered back in her head. He knew what a sucker she was for being called "good girl." She forced herself to keep her legs open as Carl's hand pounded between her thighs. It was intense but incredible, and Becca was stunned when she looked down to see a gush of liquid shooting up into the air. Her noises were primal and unhinged, but she couldn't control it even if she wanted to.

"FuuUUUuuCK!" she shrieked, her entire body tense and tight. She had never had an orgasm like this before, so all-consuming and intense.

Carl didn't stop fingering her until he was sure she had stopped squirting. Liquid ran down the crease at the top of her thighs, and Carl leaned over her to kiss her before collapsing next to her on the bed.

"What did you think?" Carl said, kissing her cheek and then her ear. "Personally, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Aftershocks of pleasure were still making Becca's body twitch. "I think," she sighed, "that I want to do more of that."

She couldn't believe that she was 35 and just now squirting for the first time. She had attempted it a few times with her ex, TJ, but they had never managed to figure it out. For a while, Becca thought her body just wasn't allowing it to happen.

But then came Carl, opening up entire new realms for her.

"I kind of want to see if I can get you to squirt with my left hand," he said, giving her a wink. "Shall we try?"

Becca laughed. "I love a challenge."

* * *

When Carl got transferred to Arizona for work, Becca hated how much she missed him. They hadn't been anything serious, but the sex had been amazing. She appreciated the chemistry and energy between them and wasn't sure she'd ever be able to find anything like it again.

Besides, when Carl found out Becca had never squirted before, she loved how eager he was to try it with her. She loved that he laid down a towel and just went for it.

And then kept going for it two more times that night.

One night, Becca was closing her tab at the local bar when the man next to her struck up a conversation. He was big and bearded, which wasn't Becca's usual type. But his smile was very cute.

"I'm Jackson." He stuck out his hand, still smiling, and Becca knew she'd take him home.

Two hours later, Jackson was rolling Becca onto her back. He was kissing his way down her body and was about to eat her pussy when Becca said, "Do you want to see if you can make me squirt?"

Jackson looked surprised but delighted. "Do you squirt easily?"

"I'm not sure." Becca could feel herself blushing from the lie. "I've never done it."

"Oh really?" Jackson's eyes lit up even more. "Fuck, I'd love to see if I can make a squirter out of you."

Content, Becca settled into the bed and spread her legs. Jackson licked her pussy for a few minutes, making her nice and wet, before finally pushing two fingers into her. She shifted below him, rolling her hips to force his digits even deeper into her pussy.

Jackson got the hint. He began to curl his fingers hard and fast inside of her, but it wasn't quite enough.

"More," Becca panted.

"Yeah?"

Jackson began to work her pussy with his whole hand, just like Carl had. She loved the way his face was twisted up with focus, like his entire mission was to make her squirt. Becca's legs clenched up, and she had to force herself to keep them open. But Jackson was there to assist, holding one back while his other hand finger-fucked her pussy in hard, intense pumps.

Becca tilted her pelvis and at that very second, she looked down to see herself squirting again. Her climax shattered through her, and Becca was only more turned on by watching the liquid gush out from her pussy. It wasn't as strong as her experience with Carl, but it was still incredible.

"You ARE a squirter," said Jackson, looking totally pleased with himself. "God, that was hot. Did that feel amazing?"

Becca's face had dissolved into a slack, happy expression. "Mmm, very much so."

When Jackson slid his cock into her, Becca felt a fresh wave of pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his back as he pumped into her sensitive, wet pussy.

The sex was good, and it seemed like Jackson had enjoyed himself as much as she had, so Becca was surprised when he ghosted her.

"Your loss, Jackson," muttered Becca, as she swiped on Tinder the next day.

It became her new "thing." She loved meeting guys and telling them she had never squirted before. It was fun and almost adorable to watch their chests puff up with determination. The look of pride on their faces when it was all over was worth the lie.

There was Seth, who said he had never tried making a woman squirt before, but it turned out he held the record for making Becca squirt the fastest and farthest. Becca had a feeling it was because Seth did a lot of rock climbing, so his hands were very strong.

Then there was Vidant, who was a hot guy with a sexy bachelor pad downtown. Becca squirted all over his leather chaise lounge while the skyline twinkled beyond them. It was almost surreal, and Vidant assured her he didn't care how wet his furniture got. He just loved being able to make her squirt.

Stefan needed some assistance with putting his fingers in the right spot. He was nervous to go too deep and was scared to hurt Becca, but after some encouragement, he was able to make her squirt after ten minutes of wearing out his hand. He even went for round two, with the assistance of a very curved dildo.

"So, what, you're a squirt addict now?" said Becca's friend, Evie, as they sipped wine on Becca's balcony one night. She giggled. "I don't get the appeal."

Becca's eyes widened. "What?! I love it. It's just so... wild. And it's fun to make them think it's my first time every time."

Evie nearly spit out her wine. "Wait, you're telling these guys that they're the first ones to make you squirt?! Okay, that's hilarious."

Becca scrunched up her nose. "You don't think it's shitty of me?"

"What's the harm?"

She felt better after her conversation with Evie. What WAS the harm? Everyone ended up enjoying themselves, so what did it matter?

A week later, Becca was on a dinner date with a guy named Marco. He had taken her out to a nice Italian bistro, and Becca was already imagining how much fun she could have with him. He had perfect, soft-looking lips and big hands that made her think he'd get her to squirt in no time at all.

"Should we go back to my place?" asked Marco, reaching across the table to take Becca's hand. "I live in North Hills. But you should know my buddy is staying with me while his apartment is renovated."

Becca shrugged. "That's fine. And yes, I'd love to go back to yours." She gave him a flirty glance as she stood up, her high heels clacking across the floor as they headed outside into the thick summer air.

Marco held her hand the entire time as they walked from his car to the front door of his cute, two-story house. Once they were inside, Becca could hear the faint sound of someone playing music behind a closed door, but otherwise there was no sign of Marco's friend.

"Should we have a glass of wine?" asked Marco, leading Becca into the kitchen.

She secretly wanted to go straight to the bedroom but accepted Marco's offer. They sat on two barstools, with Marco's hand on Becca's bare leg the whole time. She sipped the red wine he had poured for her.

"So Becca," he said, smiling. "Do you mind if I ask you a sexual question?"

"Go for it." Becca, surprising even herself, felt like she was an open book these days.

"What sorts of things do you like? Is there a fantasy you have?" Marco narrowed his eyes, his lips curling up into a half-smile. "Feel free not to answer. It's just, your profile was pretty flirty and straightforward."

Becca had changed her Tinder bio only a couple of days prior. She decided to be clear that she was only looking for fun and exciting experiences. Evie had warned her it might mean she'd receive a ton of gross messages, but Becca found that it only led her to men like Marco, men who weren't afraid to be bold and ask things outright.

"If I'm being honest," said Becca, "I've always wanted to squirt. And it just hasn't happened for me yet."

Marco licked his lips and nodded along as she spoke. "Is that so? Well, in that case, what are your thoughts, Becca, on finishing our wine and heading upstairs to bed?"

Her heart was racing as they walked into Marco's bedroom. They went slowly, showing great restraint, as they undressed each other. It didn't take long, however, for things to escalate into Marco pushing open Becca's legs. He dragged two fingers over her pussy, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

"Such a pretty pussy you have."

Becca shivered. She was sitting more upright than she usually was, with her back up against several pillows, so she was able to watch as Marco slid his fingers into her wetness. He was slow and gentle at first, like he was exploring the inside of her pussy, but when Becca began to impatiently lift her bottom against his hand, Marco ramped it up. His hand began to pound against Becca's smooth pussy, his fingers curved into her soft center.

"Yessss," he moaned. "Good girl. Good girl, Becca."

His words made her melt. She hadn't heard those words in a long time, and she loved hearing them now. Becca sank back against the pillows and watched her breasts jiggle from the force of Marco's hand.

He fingered her deep and fast, grunting and groaning as he did. Becca knew she was going to squirt, and it was going to be intense. She could feel the pressure building up between her legs. Marco was pushing down on her lower stomach, keeping the angle exactly where she needed it.

"Fuck, Marco!" she gasped. "Holy shit!"

"Yes, baby! Squirt for me!"

It was her biggest squirt yet. It sprayed out from her, soaking Marco's arms and bare chest. There was no time for Becca to feel self-conscious, though. The orgasm she was having made her entire body react in a primal, loud way. It was uncontrollable. She had never shaken the way she was at that very moment, from head to toe.

Marco inhaled sharply, grinning as he looked down to see the mess they had made.

"Your first time!" He leaned down, brushed back Becca's hair, and kissed her sweetly. "I'm super honored it was me."

A pang of guilt swirled in Becca's chest. He was being so sweet with her.

"Come here," she said, pulling Marco against her. "I'm not done with you."

She guided Marco's cock into her pussy. He grinded against her deeply and slowly, which Becca was grateful for. She felt weak and dizzy after having cum so hard.

A half hour later, Becca was tangled up in Marco's arms, trying not to fall asleep.

"Mm, I need to get going," she said quietly. "It's late."

"Stay." Marco's voice was soft but insistent. "There's no reason to go. You're so cozy in my bed."

Becca didn't need much convincing. She washed up in Marco's bathroom, suddenly remembering that his friend was staying in the neighboring room. She hoped he hadn't heard them, although she was sure that he had. They hadn't been quiet by any means.

Marco was waiting for Becca in bed, with the duvet turned down. He pulled her in close as she crawled under the blanket, and she realized then how deliciously sore her body was. She'd done nothing but fuck and squirt for what felt like weeks.

As she closed her eyes, she faintly heard Marco whispering "goodnight", but she was already drifting off into a deep, undisturbed sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, the first thing Becca realized was that Marco wasn't in bed. She could hear people talking downstairs and felt a rush of self-consciousness. She was going to have to face the roommate, whether she liked it or not.

Becca pulled on her skirt from the night before, along with a t-shirt she stole from Marco's closet. After combing her fingers through her hair in the bathroom mirror, Becca headed downstairs, following the smell of coffee.

"I'm just saying," came a voice that wasn't Marco. "It's a little fucked up she's telling you it's her first time when it's not. Dude, she said the exact same thing to me."

Becca paused outside of the kitchen. That voice was familiar.

No WAY.

She peered around the doorway and saw Jackson leaning up against the kitchen island, coffee cup in hand. She never did figure out why he ghosted her, but her attention wasn't on him right now. Marco was standing across from Jackson, looking confused. He caught sight of her, and Becca hated the flash of annoyance on his face.

"Becca, is that true? Come in here."

Becca cleared her throat and walked into the kitchen, face flushed with embarrassment. "What are you two talking about?"

Jackson crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her, looking both offended and amused. "I overheard you last night. It was pretty hard not to. And I thought your voice sounded familiar."

Becca blushed even harder. Would it be acceptable to make a mad dash for the door?

"And I heard Marco say, 'Your first time!'" Jackson snickered. "So of course I had to ask him what that was about because I also heard you say, "Oh my god, I'm squirting!'"

"Okay, I do NOT sound like that," said Becca, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"So is it like a kink for you?" asked Marco. "Do you love making guys think they're the first ones to make you squirt?"

Becca heaved a heavy sigh. "Fuck. I don't know. I just think it's fun seeing how determined men get when they want to be the first at something, when they want to do this amazing thing for me. It's hot. It makes it more enjoyable."

Jackson and Marco seemed to soften a bit.

"I guess I can't be too mad at that. Guys do love a good challenge."

Becca began to relax. She watched as Marco poured her a cup of coffee and handed it over.

"So," said Jackson, casting a brief glance at Marco, "what are your actual firsts?"

"Well, I guess I can mark 'having sex with two friends' off my list." She let out a dry laugh.

The energy had shifted, and Becca could feel it. She looked between the men, who had both made her squirt like crazy, and realized what Jackson was getting at with his question.

"Well," she said, bending over the kitchen island so her skirt rode up a bit, "I've never had a threesome." Her heart was pounding as she spoke. Was this really happening? It could be fun, crossing off another thing on her sexual bucket list...

Within a matter of seconds, the three of them left their mugs on the counter next to the empty wine glasses from the night before and headed back upstairs.

There was always a first time for everything.