Looking back, it's almost comical; but my first love was apt to squirt whilst fucking. The thing was we were both virgins and we both assumed that this was what happened for every woman when she had strong orgasm from sex. It took us a couple of months to figure out that it was even happening. She was always apt to lubricate somewhat voluminously, more so than the few girls who I had some limited sexual experience with prior. She would get pretty wet when I'd give her oral sex, but she never "gushed" or anything close to it when she'd come from that. Still, the wet spot that we'd be faced with after we fucked would be at least a couple of square feet, and not at all infrequently, it would literally take up more than half of the bed. But as I said, we had no idea about what normally happened when women came during intercourse. I had always felt how, when I'd be going especially deep and she'd be spasming from an orgasm, that she'd also get super-slippery inside, I could feel her wetness rush all over my dick and balls; I've always been slow to come, even as a young man, so I'd always just continue fucking. We used to have real issues with broken condoms, like about every third one we'd find just remnants wrapped around my dick (it was back in the day when there were no larger sized ones), so within a few months after we began fucking we just took to withdrawal for birth control. I know, I know. Anyhow, one time she started coming just as I was about to, and I pulled out just as a huge gush of clear fluid literally shot out of her vagina. We both saw it and were quite surprised. It didn't smell like urine, and it tasted pretty much just like her pussy usually tasted. We were just a bit like "wow" and then I got up and got a towel to wipe up, like we always did, just thinking, again, that this is just what every woman did when she screwed. After affirming what we should have figured out earlier, we really just continued to go about our amorous couplings as we had been, though we still managed to stain the occasional piece of furniture when we got caught up in passion without thinking about putting a towel beneath us. I was more than a little surprised that after we broke up to find out that such extreme vaginal discharges weren't the norm.
FWIW, though inexperience in maintaining a relationship led to us break up after a couple of wonderfully memorable years, we're still very good friends, decades later, which is making me smile as I type right this moment.