Claire: my first squirt

The bedroom is spacious with large bed, clean sheets, and flattering light. I lie back in the middle, pillows propping me, heart hammering.

Deion goes first, settling between my thighs with a grin. His mouth is eager, tongue lapping broad strokes, then circling my clit with perfect pressure. I come quickly, thighs trembling around his shaved head, crying out as waves crash through me.

Tanner watches, eyes dark with want until he can take Deion's place. He’s slower, more deliberate and skilled, kissing my inner thighs, suckling my big lips, teasing the entrance before focusing on my clit. He edges me mercilessly until he sees me pinching both my nipples to help get home. He sucks my entire clitoral hood in his mouth and twirls his tongue under the lid, and I shatter again.

I’m still shaking, breathless, when Tanner kisses his way back up and lies beside me.

They promised to take care of every inch of me, and they’re keeping their word before asking anything of me. I feel adored, respected, cherished, and incredibly sexy.

Deion stretches out on my other side, both men stroking my skin gently, letting me recover.

Tanner’s voice is low, rough with desire. “You okay, Claire?”

I nod, grinning through the haze. “More than okay.”

Deion is stroking his massive erection, leaking precome now as he stares lustfully at me. Tanner's fingers trail down my stomach, and I reflexively part my legs as his finger slides down between my parted lips. "Good. Because we’re not done pleasing you yet.” I gasp as the finger slides inside, my first penetration at their hands, and it feels great.

He slides down between my legs again, adds lube, works two fingers in slow. I wince at the stretch with its slight burn, then relax, remembering Ramya’s coaching, grateful for a slow warm up before they take my virginity.

“You're tight. Been a while?” he asks gently.

“Uh-huh,” I moan.

His fingers flow in and out slowly, lubricating and opening my pussy, the focus now clearly on preparing me for sex.

Then Tanner curls them, hitting my G-spot. "Uh!" I respond, arching my back in sudden pleasure. I gush inside, like some new portal has been unlocked.

He strokes faster with short, firm motions. I feel a steady, manageable stretch at my opening, but his fingertips dig violently into the spongy roof of my pussy and rock me.

I groan in pleasure and writhe on the bed, my whole body reacting. I've never felt this before. My feet go to the mattress, then back up with my knees drawn back, then back again to the bed, unsure of where to put them, the pleasure growing with each movement of his hands.

“Oh God, what’s happening?” I gasp.

He grins. “Let go. Push when you come, don't fight it.”

I don't remember grabbing Deion's cock, but I let it go now so I don't hurt him.

"Ah! Ah! Aiieee!" I cry. I'm coming, but it's not anything I've felt before. I bear down and push with my core, nervous about what might come out. I push Tanner's face away, his fingers slip out, and all hell breaks loose. A gush, then a jet of fluid usher in orgasmic bliss like I've never felt. It hits Tanner's face, then two more spurts soak the sheets. My whole body convulses in a monster orgasm. I cover my face in embarrassment as I shake, then I manage to stop it. Then I laugh in pure joy, my body shakes again, and my pussy queefs.

My face is red, my whole body flushed and spent, and I ask, “"I couldn't hold it in, sorry. I've never felt that before. Did I just pee on you?”

Tanner shakes his head, face shiny. “You squirted. Beautiful.”

Deion chuckles. “Our girl’s full of surprises.”

I scramble up, giggling. “Now I really have to pee!”

I run toward the bathroom, the men laugh, and it's one of the coolest moments of my life.

The aftermath: