Make Me Squirt Please
By: Garrett Thomas (gamer_for_ever19@yahoo.com AKA Anime Lover)
Disclaimer: None Needed
Warning: [REALISTIC] LOLI (HIGH-SCHOOL), YURI
NOTE: This fic takes place BEFORE ‘Cutie’s Sick’
-Wednesday, 5:37 PM-
Lynn was currently in her room, dressed in a thin navy dress that reached her knees, she sat on her bed, playing a game on her PS3; a few minutes later, her mother, Suzan walked by her open door, dressed in a white shirt and jeans, Lynn quickly called to her…
“Hey mom, come play with me.”
Suzan walked back to the open door smiling at Lynn.
“So you want to lose again?” she asks before walking into the room.
“Heh, I doubt it.”
From the game sounds, Suzan recognized what game it was before she looked to the TV, Resistance: Fall of Man.
“Ok, one death match.” Replies Suzan walking next to Lynn, picking up the wireless controller on the way and sitting beside Lynn.
Although Suzan said one deathmatch, it soon turned to two, then three, although Lynn and Suzan got a good share of kills on each other, Suzan was winning three out of three, with Lynn growing increasingly frustrated. On the forth round, the two were tied with 49 kills, one away from victory, before long, the two were engaged in a firefight and just when Lynn thought she had finally secured herself a victory, compared to her having rockets against her mothers bullets and being backed into a dead end hallway; however, just about when Lynn was about to fire, she suddenly gasped out, dropping the controller and quickly placing her right hand to her crotch, causing the rocket to miss her target, not damaging Suzan enough to kill her while she unloaded a few rounds of machinegun fire into Lynn’s avatar and won the forth round.
“Woo! Four in a row!” states Suzan happily, before looking to Lynn, who simply muttered, “Fu*k…” before reaching under her dress and pulling her wet, vibrating cell phone and answering the call.
“Hello?”
Suzan then excused herself, claiming she’s tired of beating Lynn, while Sarah answered on the other line.
“Hey Lynn, what’s up?”
“Besides my mom whopping my a*s in Resistance?” replies Lynn with a sigh.
“Hehe, well, I have a little embarrassing problem that I can only talk to you about.” Replies Sarah.
“Only me? Not even Amy?” asks Lynn, before she gets up and turns off her ps3.
“Especially Amy, you remember like, a month and a half ago when you made me squirt for the first time?” asks Sarah.
“Umm…” thinks Lynn returning to her bed and laying down on her back. “Oh! Yeah, I remember that, you said you were gonna pee.” Replies Lynn smiling at the memory.
“Yea well, my problem is, I can’t get myself to squirt all the time.” States Sarah.
“Well are you doing it right?”
“Y-Yeah…”
“Well… are you drinking plenty of water? You won’t squirt much, if at all if you’re not hydrated.”
“Yeah, I drink enough.”
“Well if you don’t mind, can you describe what it is you do when you do squirt and when you don’t?”
“There’s nothing different, that’s the problem!”
“Maybe you’re just the kind of girl that doesn’t squirt all the time.”
“I refuse to believe that!” exclaims Sarah.
“OK! OK! No need to get upset over it! How about I help you face to face, you think you can come over here?”
“Yeah, I can be there in about ten minutes.”
“Ok, see-ya then.” Replies Lynn before ending the call, then lifting the front of her dress and reinserting her phone into her wet pussy.
Lynn then gets up from the bed and leaves her room, heading to the bathroom and getting a small amount of toilet paper and wiping her labia of her wetness that accumulated, and wiping her inner thighs a little too.
-About twelve minutes later-
Sarah had arrived, she and Lynn walked into her room; Sarah wore a t-shirt and a skirt.
“Ok, so can you show me what you do?” asks Lynn.
“Sure.” Replies Sarah walking to the bed, then removing her skirt and panties, revealing a small patch of red pubic hair; before she got on the bed though, she looked to Lynn and asks, “Hey, incase I do make myself squirt, shouldn’t we have an towel to put under me.”
“Nah, its fine.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I have a few back-up bedcovers.”
“OK.” Replies Sarah getting onto the bed and sitting on it facing Lynn and spreading her legs.
Lynn then sat on the end of the bed with her legs crossed and watched Sarah as she moved her right hand down to her pussy and inserts two fingers into herself and starting to stimulate her G-spot, causing her to close her eyes and moan.
After a few minutes of this, Sarah’s moaning increased in intensity and volume and she was now sitting up on her knees, just before it looked like she was going to come though, she quickly removed her fingers, leaving her body trembling, though, because of Sarah’s trembling and moaning, she didn’t know if Sarah came or not, no ejaculate came out of her but she asks…
“Was that an orgasm?”
“N-no…” replies Sarah shaking before quickly calming down.
“Well you might want to cum then, that’s the only way you’re going to squirt.” Teases Lynn.
“I know, I can feel that tingling that comes before I squirt.”
“Then what’s the problem? I thought the problem was that you couldn’t squirt all the time, but your stopping before you do.”
Sarah then sat down on her legs, “How can I explain this… you know how, like when your getting tickled and at some point when your getting tickled you suddenly lose it and fall to the floor laughing uncontrollably?”
“Yeah, but what does that have to do with squirting?”
“Well that’s what it’s kinda like for me, but instead of tickling, it’s pleasure.”
“Huh?” questions Lynn.
Sarah then sighs in frustration at being unable to convey to Lynn what she was talking about, but…
“Oh!” gasps Lynn, “I think I know what you mean, like when I tickle my feet or something and at some point I can’t help myself and have to stop or move my feet away; so what your saying is like, it feels so good that you can’t get herself past that wall.”
“Exactly! That’s it!”
“Well, the only advise I can give is, when you hit that wall, have Amy get you past it.”
“But I don’t want to have to rely on Amy to make me come, I can do it myself!”
“Evidently not.” Teases Lynn.
“Not funny Lynn!”
“Well how about a vibrator or something?” suggests Lynn.
Sarah shook her head no, “That’s no good either, it doesn’t matter what I use, every time I hit that wall, I have to stop.”
“Well, I got noth’n for ya; you had to deal with this ever since the day I made you squirt?”
“No, this wall thing only started about two weeks ago.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, when it first happened, I thought something was wrong, so I pretty much forced it, I ended up being so loud, my parents came in my room while I was writhing on the bed, it was so embarrassing.”
“Do you think about that time every-time you hit that wall.”
“EVERY freak’n time, it’s so annoying, when I forced it, it felt too good to even begin to describe.”
“Well that’s your problem then, you’re afraid of being so loud again and having a repeat of what happened.”
“Well is there any idea you can give me to help?
“Umm, cover your mouth with something?” suggests Lynn. “Duct tape maybe?”
“Well, taping my mouth closed would defiantly prevent me from being loud…” replies Sarah placing her right hand over the wet lips of her labia. “It’s annoying having to feel the tingling slowly go away.”
“Well I could help relive that tingling…” suggests Lynn smiling.
“What? but what about your mom? She’d hear me.”
“I’m sure she won’t mind.”
“Lynn!”
“Heh, Ok, you can use both of your hands to cover your mouth instead of just using one.”
“Well…” replies Sarah thinking about it.
However, before Sarah could even react, Lynn quickly reached forward and moved her hand away from her crotch and inserted two of her fingers of her right hand into Sarah’s pussy and started attacking her G-spot much like she did the time she made Sarah squirt for the first time. Sarah released a loud gasp of both pleasure and surprise, quickly covering her mouth with her left hand and lowering her right hand down to Lynn’s.
From Lynn’s experienced fingers, Sarah could find now gap in the surge of pleasure to protest Lynn’s action. After just a few moments of the constant assault on her G-spot, Sarah felt herself once again reach that wall she herself couldn’t manage to get past, but Lynn obviously had no problem attempting to break it down.
Like the time she force herself past it, the pleasure was becoming to much and she felt the wall weakening, Sarah removed her left hand from her mouth and down to Lynn’s right hand, using her other hand to try to remove the fingers.
“Lynn stop!” pleaded Sarah through the surge of pleasure. “It’s too much!”
“Looks like you reached that wall huh…” comments Lynn smiling.
Sarah soon gasps out and falls back on her back squirming around frantically, still trying, and failing, to remove Lynn’s fingers. Lynn though used her left hand to grasp Sarah’s right thigh to keep her relatively still, enough for her fingers not to be freed.
“Heh, you kinda look like someone who’s being tickled, I see why you compared it to that.” States Lynn.
Indeed Sarah did look similar to someone being tickled, squirming as much as she was, if she was laughing uncontrollably, it would be a mirror image.
“Stop it please!” begged Sarah as she squirms. “It’s too much!”
“Come on, you should be almost past the wall…” states Lynn.
Sure enough, as soon as Lynn finished her statement, the wall crumbled and Sarah sped to her orgasm, causing her to literally scream in pleasure as her squirming immediately stopped and a thin, forceful stream of cum left her urethra and hit Lynn in the chest, wetting her dress, Lynn also removed her fingers while at the same time, Sarah quickly moved her hands to the bed and grasping the cover tightly.
Sarah’s body momentarily tensed, stopping the flow of her squirting, also pausing her scream, but soon more cum forced it’s way out and causing her body to lax and push out her cum again as she screamed again. This happened two more times and the forth squirt was the longest.
Once it ended, Sarah’s body trembled vigorously, while her spasming pussy released frequent, tiny squirts of cum.
“Heh, well you’re definitely right about you being loud.” Comments Lynn smiling. “And you’re still squirting a little…”
END
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