A few years ago I had got out of a 3 year relationship. We had been together since we were young and had a lot of firsts together. She was quite a sexual girl and had tried numerous kinky things together.

Fast forward a few weeks and I’m dealing with the break up blues. I had done the dumping, but regardless I was still filled with emotions such as regret, loneliness and was super horny.

I had been working regularly at a bar with a lot of very good looking girls, and during my relationship I had been reasonably well behaved - a bit of flirting here and there, but no real contact.

Now I was single, there was a particular girl I honed in on. 19 years old (I was 21), very pretty but almost awkwardly shy and with a lack of self confidence. I went out of my way to work alongside her, talk, laugh and generally win her over. After a week or so I suggested we go out for a drink that night. She agreed.

I picked her up and took her to a local bar, far enough away that I wasn’t likely to see any work colleagues or my ex (who seemed to have some 6th sense that I was with another girl and had started calling and texting furiously).

We had a few drinks, it was all going ok but pretty slow, when I said “fuck it”. I leaned in, kissed her and said let’s get out of here. She didn’t resist and I took her hand and led her to my car.

The 5 minute car ride was torture, and when I got her inside my house our hands were all over each other, kissing, boobs, her hand slid down my pants and grabbed my cock.

She straddled me on the couch and said she was embarrassed by something and was nervous I would be out of. Fuck..... I’m thinking she’s got a dick or herpes or something. But no...., she shows me a birthmark on her breast and tells me it really upsets her.

I responded to her and said it was nothing at all, she was very sexy and the birthmark didn’t change that in any way. I said it because it was true, but also I really wanted to fuck her and wasn’t going to let a birthmark bring that plan apart.

The positive confirmation completely changed her. She instantly changed into an absolute fiend, ripping my clothes off whilst I pulled down her panties. She told me to shove my cock inside her, which I did and slid deep into her warm pussy.

We fucked super hard for about 10 minutes when she starts screaming that she’s going to cum. Great! I’m thinking I can show this girl a good time and will be able to cum shortly too.

As she’s screaming this warm liquid starts flowing down my leg. Not like a teaspoon full, or a wineglass full but like a couple of pints or more. It’s dark in the room so I can’t see what was going on. I let her get her breath and tell her I need to go to the bathroom quickly - I’m a bit freaked out as I don’t know if it’s blood, piss or something else.

I check myself out in the bathroom. Not blood. Doesn’t smell bad.... it slowly dawns on me that she’s a gusher. Fucking woo hoo! I didn’t know these girls actually existed outside of porn, but here we are....!

I return to the bedroom, a bit more composed ask her to lay on her back and decide it’s my turn to enjoy her body. She loves this, wrapping her legs around me and begging me to cum inside her wet pussy, which I do with an enormous shudder. It was a very hot night and we pull all the covers up and fall asleep on top, not really acknowledging the lake that recently has formed in my bed below the covers.

It was a great experience and glad I got to share it with her. We fooled around a little bit more after that, but I found out she was recently broken up too, and seemed even more keen to go on a fucking spree than I did - which I had no problems with.

Last thing I heard was she was still sleeping around and would often take guys back to the apartment of one of her girlfriends, who was seeing one of my mates. He actually went and bought a plastic mattress protector because of her excessive gushing in their spare bed. God knows how that conversation went between the two of them!