The video works....but causes terrible results (at least, for YOU)!

The next several days, you watched Bill attempt to make Morgan squirt almost everyday. For a girl who told you she hated to be eaten out, she sure seemed to enjoy the daily tongue-bath her pussy received. It didn't seem to matter to him about when or what time of day. He would be at her house after work, and go down on her. They would come home from a bar or dinner, and he would lick her pussy. You were actually mad at him that he didn't open the email you sent.

In your spare time, you re-entered Morgan's home. Now, though, it was more like breaking in. You set up three more cameras (the ones left from your own house that were utterly useless in their recent position). You set them up in the ceiling fan of her room, the light fixture on her ceiling in the living room. You even broke into Bill's again, and set one up in the light fixture above his bedroom. This gave you a clear view from above. A zoomable view like an eagle's eye from above. They would allow better "money shots". You put bugs in Bill's house to allow more sound from their escapades.

As another week past it was mid-to-late-December. Christmas was around the corner. You had watched Bill try to make Morgan squirt, but failed each night. Since they had made their "deal", they spent several nights at each others houses. You now had a much better view of their lovemaking. You shuddered at the thought that their actions seemed more like making love now than sex.

Your help of Bill continued unabated. Two weeks before Christmas, you watched them buy gifts for each other. The idea of the woman you loved buying her new boyfriend, aka your old friend and new enemy, gifts for Christmas made you sick. She bought him the new "Battlefield" game for playstation, as well as several items of clothing. Oddly, you found it appropriate for Bill. He needed new clothes, and he'd love the game.

Bill's choices of gifts were less than spectacular. He bought her a terrible sweater. After that, he constantly asked people what he should get her. You knew she loved diamonds. Using your fake email accounts, of which you now had many, you sent him email after email about diamond bracelets. You felt a sense of pride when he finally went to a store and splurged on a bracelet that cost several hundred dollars.

This would make her happy, you thought. Then, something came to mind. You had become sick and tired of watching them have sex while Bill wore condoms. This irked you. So you sent an email about birth-control pills. You knew she hated the pills, as they "made her crazy", according to her. But you found some pills that would not change her body chemicals to a large extent. Again, you sent emails, and were surprised when Bill went to a doctor, and explained his situation. The doctor actually gave him a prescription which he filled out within the hour.

The last bit of help, and the one that would be your downfall, came when you again emailed him the site with the video on how to make a girl squirt. This time you put the header "give your girl an early Christmas present!"

Three days before Christmas you watched him in his room as he finally opened the email. He clicked on the link and watched the video. He clapped his hands in delight. He studied the screen with fervor.

That night, he went out with Morgan to meet up with her friends. They went to a bar, and drank a good amount. Seeing Morgan drunk made you happy. You knew she'd be low on the inhibition scale. When they returned to Morgan's house, you watched the whole scene play out.

Morgan wore her skinny jeans, and some sneakers. She had on a grey hoodie. They entered Morgan's living room, and sat on the couch. They discussed how Hilary had chosen another terrible guy. Like clockwork, they went to the bedroom an hour later. They were making out within the hour. Bill pulled off Morgan's shoes, and then her jeans as she laid on the bed.

She had on a pair of purple polka-dotted panties. She still had her socks on. Bill kissed her inner thigh. He then stopped. "I wanna give you an early Christmas present!" He told her.

"Yeah," she said with a smile, "what's that?"

He rubbed her panty-covered pussy. "I'm gonna make you squirt!"

She just laughed. "Good luck!" Morgan layed on the bed. Her legs were wide open. She looked down to see Bill's head move between her legs. You had to admit, the kid had determination. He began licking her, and it went on for two hours literally.

You switched the feed to the camera in the ceiling fan. You zoomed in to see Bill was having his favorite meal in the world...Morgan's pussy. He licked around her cunt in circles for two hours. "He loves eating her pussy", you joked to yourself.

"Bill, just get up here and fuck me!" She pleaded.

Bill's head shook in a "no" manner. "It's my time," he told her. Much to his dismay, it was clear Bill was getting tired and frustrated. He used his right index and middle finger to hold open her slit while he licked at her cunt. His left hand was inside her. You hoped her was doing as the video said. He had to thrust forward all the way, and then press upwards, until he found the g-spot. You saw this in clear view, the record button on. He did just as instructed. Nothing was making her squirt like the girls on the video.

"Give it up and just fuck me baby!" She pleaded again. She was getting frustrated too.

Bill then did something different. You watched his tongue mix his own lessons, with the videos. He started to slowly lick the alphabet around her inner pussy. Morgan's ass seemed to push her body a little towards his face. "Mmmmmm!" Morgan cooed, "That's not bad at all baby!" Morgan was soon squirming on the bed. "I don't know what you're doing, but don't stop!" She begged. Bill continued his letters. Morgan began moving her hips up and down to greet his tongue and fingers.

His fingers must have found the g-spot inside her, because something was apparently building in Morgan. "Oh god Bill," she made her familiar weird cringe face. "This is too weird." She began tapping at his head. "I gotta pee babe! Let me up!"

HOLY SHIT! You thought, as this was the exact sensation that woman felt before squirting. You knew this from watching the videos and reading the blogs/articles. Bill knew this too, and had told Morgan.

Bill knew he was close! "I told you," he said, pulling his head up, but not stopping his fingerbanging, "that what is supposed to happen." This is what women reported the sensation feeling like at first. From your research you knew that her bud was filling with cum, and it felt like pee. Bill increased his tongue strokes and thrusts with his fingers.

Morgan began to reel, "Stop baby! This is too wierd! I think I really have to pee!" Something was clearly happening to Morgan now. Her hands gripped the pillows around her. One hand grabbed Bill's black hair and her head lifted off the pillow. "OH GOD BILL! OH SHIT!" She cried out. Then it happened. You clearly saw a fluid run onto Bill's tongue. It was white actually, and somewhat like male cum. You zoomed in and watched in awe. He pulled his head back and you watched as a small jet of white substance shot out onto his shirt. It was small, but unmistakeable. Another stream of clear liquid sprayed onto his shirt. You had seen it time and again on the videos. Morgan had her first squirting orgasm on your former friends shirt. Morgan rolled around in post coital bliss. She bit her nails. "Ooooohh baby! What was that?"

Bill pulled a little of the substance from his shirt and licked it. "You squirted!"

Morgan rolled around with a huge smile. Her eyes were closing. "That was AMAZING!" She fingered herself soflty to enjoy a little more. "I SOOOOO want to do that again?" She said. "But I'm SOOOO tired now!" This, you knew, was normal. From reading the experiences of others, "squirting" took a lot out of a woman. It was intense and dehydrating.

Morgan sat up with Bill's head still between her legs. She still had on the hoodie. She grabbed Bill's head and pulled it up. She showered kisses on his face. That's when you realized your help had backfired. As she kissed him, she said over and over. "I love you, I love you!"

The reality of the situation hit you like a brick. You had pushed her to be alone with him, and they had started an affair. You had pushed her to "date" him, and they had become boyfriend and girlfriend. You had pushed him to make her a squirter and now she was professing her love for him. You were the one who had done this. You had made the woman you love fall in love with the man you hated. You had made yourself sick now.

"What about me?" Bill said standing up, pointing to the erection in his pants.
Morgan had dreary eyes, "Mmmmm," she cooed, she was obviously tired, "sorry baby!" She rolled over onto her stomach and pulled herself towards Bill. She propped herself up for better postioning and then she unzipped the fly of his pants. His cock was out in seconds. She waisted no time grabbing it and inhaling it down her throat. She pumped up and down hard. You guessed that she wanted to make him cum fast so she could sleep.

Bill grunted as she sped up the bobbing of her head on his cock. "Babe," he asked as she jacked him off hard with her left hand and sucked him hard and fast, "can I cum on your tits!"

Morgan giggled, "Of course!" She pulled off her hooide and layed back on the bed. Her small perky tits popped to attention. Her nipples were perfect and always hard. Her danty hands reach up. One cupped his nutsac, while the other stroked his cock. He was ready. Right before he came, he leaned forward, overshooting her tits. Morgan was greeted with a torrent of sperm hitting her in the neck.

Bill collapsed next to her. "Told you I'd get you a necklace for Christmas!"

Morgan slapped him and laughed. "A pearl one too...asshole!"

Both of them fell asleep almost instantly. She didn't even clean the cum as it made the outline of a necklace and draped her neck.