The story “The girl who squits”.
After the New Year holidays, we were going to leave the cold Russia in hot Vietnam for three weeks. For once, I was free, not connected by any relationship, and my friend went on a trip with her husband. The three of us were friends from the institute, and this was not our first joint trip, but in Vietnam we were not yet.
The flight went calmly, we joked all the way about Thai transvestites and erotic shows, but we did not hear this about neighboring Vietnam and we didn’t plan anything like it and just died with laughter, imagining ourselves at such an event. “Finish your squirt stories, girls, otherwise we will be planted now,” my friend Ivan prayed. With difficulty calm down and ceasing to imagine unrealizable acquaintances for sex, we tried to fall asleep for some time.
About Squirt and did not dream – the story
Upon arrival, we were met by a guide by car and drove to the hotel. On the road, we admired the beauty of this country, photographed from the window of the car. I connected the Internet and began to read about squirt, because I did not quite understand the joke of Ivan on the plane. By evening, we arrived at the hotel and settled in a separate bungalow near the sea. Having gathered, we went to explore the area until it was completely dark.
The city near which we lived conquered us with its exoticism. Local residents looked very unusual, girls were especially beautiful. Massage was offered on every corner, but we understood what massage is most likely we were talking about, and politely refused. We returned to the hotel far after midnight.
The whole next day we spent on the beach and Ivan, despite all the creams that Alena smeared him (as my girlfriend called), naturally burned down. All night he was covered with cold wet towels, and by morning it became clear that he would not go with us on an excursion to the village and the temple.
There is nothing to do, Alena and I got up early, gathered, leaving the guy of healing funds after burns, and went to the excursion bus. After a couple of hours, we had already arrived in a Buddhist temple with a rich history, where we had a interesting tour, after which there was free time in the local village.
We walked, talked with the locals, ate noodles with shrimp. Near the tent with souvenirs, we again saw a sign inviting to massage. “Let’s even go see, while there is no Vanka, no one will be in the same way,” Alenka raised me. And we decided to go in.
Entering a cool room smelling of incense, in the twilight we saw at the table of the guy. At the sight of us, he smiled, like all local ones, but he was not a Vietnamese. Long dark hair was collected in a voluminous hairstyle from the dreadlock, and when he got up to greet us, it turned out that all his legs in short shorts were covered with tattoos. From above he wore a white shirt, but according to tattooed hands, it could be assumed that the patterns covered the large area of his body.
From such exotic, Alenka and I dried up in the mouth. We shook hands and gestured, he invited us to sit down. He himself at this time poured us cold herbal tea, and we looked at the beads in his hair and interesting bracelets on tanned wrists.
It turned out that John (so he introduced himself, his name was probably by some unpronounceable name) is half an Indian, his father was from Delhi, and his mother was a local Vietnamese. He traveled a lot, studied abroad, knew English perfectly, but decided to devote himself to a calm life.
“I studied massage in India, Thailand and Bali with the best masters, because high -quality massage is the basis of the health of any person,” he said, and it was difficult to disagree with this. “In Europe, people lose touch with their body, and the converse massage cannot help, everyone needs an individual approach,” we continued to nod. “So, lady, I dare to offer you an unforgettable experience! If you do not want to wait for each other, then my wife and I will make you massage at the same time in the same room. Lily!”,-because of the curtain from another room, a charming little Vietnamese with long black hair came out and surprisingly lush breasts. She was also dressed in a white shirt, but wore a long narrow skirt in the cuts. She folded her hands by her chest and bowed to us. Alena and I answered the same.
Without thinking twice, we decided, there was still time to the bus back. In extreme cases, you can take a taxi. And now they were sitting in a small sauna, relaxing the muscles that had stuck after flights and buses. After the sauna, wrapped in a towel, we also poured herbal tea, and we went to the room with muffled light and two massage tables. A fountain grunted in the corner, from somewhere from the ceiling a quiet relaxing music came. We, still covered with towels, lay down on the couchs face up, as we were asked. Lily stood near Alena, and John near me. They at the same time, without saying a word, took off their white shirts, exposing tanned bodies spinned by patterns. Lily remained in a short black top without straps. “It’s good that Vanka with his porn stories about squirt is not here,” Alena joked nervously.
Lily lit in incense, and John began to drive his hands over my body, moving them closer. The fact that he diagnosed did not please him, since his eyebrows frowned. “You have a clasp and pelvis, problems with female pleasure, because of this problem with men, they do not fill you up,” I heard a diagnosis and was stunned by how exactly he formulated. I always counted sex revalued, because there was nothing special in the friction of the two mucous membranes for me.
John went to Alena and almost immediately put her hand on the uterus area. “You can’t conceive a child, you don’t trust your husband and block his seed, but it was before him,” – in the rounded eyes of Alena, I realized that he was the target here too. I didn’t even know that they plan a child with Ivan, but remembered her stories in her youth, how she wanted children, and then this topic began to fade.
The story of how we were brought to Squirt
We turned over on the bellies, and hot hands began to rub warm fragrant oil across us. From John’s touch, I flew out somewhere into space, he went through all my muscles and bones. I relaxed so much that I did not notice how a white towel disappeared from my priest, and I turned on inquiringly on John. “Relax” – everything that I received in response.
He put his hands on my lower back, filament the vertebrae, then moved to my buttocks. I decided to trust, there was such calm in my soul. Massaging and watering my ass, he slightly laid out my hips to the sides. I felt my cave is not at all moisturized. With his whole palm, he closed my pussy from the anus to the clitoris, and shook me so from side to side. I looked at Alena. She was already lying on her back, and Lily with her thin fingers with her thin fingers, she did something with her smashed pussy, from which Alena shook her head and moaned softly as in a trance, breathing heavily.
Fascinated by this spectacle, I did not notice how John also invites me to turn over. Having changed the situation, I bent my legs at my knees and spread them to the sides, opening access to it. With his hand he closed my eyes, and put my hands on my chest.
Then I only felt his fingers breed my folds, stroke them for a long time, soften, but do not enter me and do not touch the clitoris, although I was already crazy with desire. The nipples under my palms hardened, I began to spin them slightly and pull them in different directions.
Suddenly I felt one of his fingers slowly penetrates my heated vagina, and could not restrain a hoarse moan. He went inside to the end, and I felt light touching the clitoris with his other hand. What did he do inside me, I do not know, but I felt how all the blood in the veins accelerated, and my mind was carried away somewhere. I had small orgasms from masturbation, but with what was happening now, it had nothing to do with.
My breathing and heartbeat became more frequent, the muscles of the vagina squeezed and unclenched his fingers inside. Suddenly I unbearably wanted to scream, I opened my eyes and looked down. John stood near my hips, two hands immersed in my bosom. The appearance of his tattooed muscles finally discharged me, and when I looked directly into his eyes, a powerful stream of liquid burst out of me right into his palm. I did not understand what happened, but he strengthened the pressing inside, and I was covered by the first strong orgasm in life. Alena finished on the next couch, shooting her juice at Lily.
“What was it?”, – as if he asked half asleep. “Two more times,” John answered mysteriously, and continued to immerse his hands in me. So in my life the first story with Squirt happened. A few minutes later it repeated again, a wet puddle formed under me. Twice in one day! I was ashamed, although I understood that I was not described, and very good.
After the second portion of Squirt was given by Alena, towels were changed under us, and I felt John rubs about my thigh with his member, who even looked huge in the dark. I turned to the side, Alena and Lily already kissed for the might and main, and my married friend squeezed the Vietnamese for round breasts, the top on her already. This crazy sight started me like that, and I myself moved to the edge of the couch so that John would be more convenient to enter.
He gently penetrated my glowing pussy. Lily, meanwhile, licked Alena, and she pressed her head to her crotch. The room was filled with moans and the smell of sweet sweat, as in porn. I finished a couple more times, but there was no squirt. John’s face did not express any passion that he was really busy only with my recovery, and not passionate sex.
When I was already at the peak and struggled to sit on his cock, rising on the couch on his hands, he pulled out his penis in front of the orgasm and plunged his hands into me again, bringing them to orgasm. From these magical actions, behind which I could not keep track, my fingers, then my hips, and then the whole body, clenched at one point, and release a stream of transparent fluid from somewhere in a powerful portion of squirting behind methis day. John helped himself with his hand and finished somewhere to the side.
Alenka on the next couch was already exhausted. Behind my moans, I did not even hear how she finished. The couple covered us with cool sheets, made the light even less and left a rest for ten minutes to recover. After we went into the shower, washed away the oil, still drank tea. Stupid relaxed smiles did not leave our faces.
I did not want to leave John and Lily, we understood that most likely, we would not see each other anymore.
A year after this story, Alena and Vanya had a daughter, and I experienced a personal sexual revolution after that massage. Orgasms and squirt became my everyday life, from the closed girl I became liberated and happy.