Firstly, I’ll just say that I love getting fingered. When I’m playing on my own I’m all about making my clit throb but when I’m with a partner all I want is their fingers to plunge inside my pussy and stroke the sweet spot until I cum.
I was sexually active for a while until I realised I could squirt. I was staying with my then-boyfriend’s family for the weekend, his parents and brother had gone to bed. We stayed downstairs drinking and watching tv. We started kissing, his hands went up my t-shirt and landed on my tits, pinching my nipples. I was about to undo his jeans when he stopped me - his parents bedroom was directly above us, his brother’s room was next door to the spare room we’d be sleeping (or fucking) in. He didn’t want to wake anyone up, and he knew I’d have a hard time staying quiet. The kitchen was an extension to the back of the house with no neighbouring rooms, so we decided to carry on our fun there.
It was dark, but the moonlight shone through the porch doors that filled the back wall of the room, providing us with just enough light. He lifted me onto the counter top and I wrapped my legs around him, grinding against his cock, my feet digging into his back as I pulled him closer to me. He tugged at the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and pulled them off, spread my legs to each side and began to lick my pussy. I held his hair in my hands and directed his head to where I needed it to be. His tongue darted around my clit, and he pulled me forward so I was sat on the edge of the counter top. He pushed his jeans down and started to stroke his cock, it was already stiff.
He licked his fingers and pushed 2 of them inside my pussy, his little finger hovered around my arsehole. I am a big fan of anal play, and this teasing sent me overboard. He moved his fingers rhythmically, and I reached down and grabbed his cock to mirror the movement. Each time his fingers moved inside me I felt…pressure. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the sensation was like I needed to pee. I tried to ignore it, until I heard a dripping noise. He removed his fingers quickly and I felt a gush of liquid leave my pussy, accompanied by a splashing noise.
I was mortified, did I just piss all over my boyfriends parents kitchen? “Oh my god babe I’m so sorry” I started, “I’ll clean this up, oh god im sorry” - he stopped me from getting off the counter and held his hand up to my mouth. I licked his fingers - definitely not piss, it was kind of sweet and tangy. “That’s cum!” he proudly declared, “can you try and do that again, but on my face?”
I didn’t know whether I could do it again, but I had to try. My boyfriend kneeled in front of me while I began fingering myself, trying to emulate exactly what he’d done the first time. He was on the floor stroking his cock, begging for my cum. I was working my fingers in my pussy, trying to find the magic squirt button he had found so easily. Then, I felt a dribble. Not much, but enough to excite him. He moved forward and licked below my fingers, I could hear him pump his cock faster. I moved my wrist and wiggled my fingers inside myself until I felt that familiar pressure building up. I started to pant and told him that I was going to cum. I couldn’t seem to do it when my fingers were inside me, so I pulled them out and a spray of cum followed; hitting my boyfriend’s face and chest. He stood up and kissed me, his face wet with my pussy juice. the fingering had made me a bit tender, so I gave him the option of a blowjob or he could finish in my arse. He pulled me down from the counter and bent me over it, first using his little finger to open me up, then his middle finger, then he knelt and licked along my split, pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his tongue into my hole. Before he stood back up he spat on it and used 2 fingers to make sure I was ready before he stuck his cock into my arse.
His t-shirt was soaking as he pushed his chest against my back, his hands grabbed at my tits making them sticky. He kept telling me he loved being covered in my cum and didn’t last long before he came inside my tight arsehole. His cum dribbled out of me, mixing with mine as it ran down my leg.
We hastily used my pyjama bottoms and his T-shirt to mop up the mess on the floor, he said that he’d get up mega early and mop the floor before anyone woke up. Of course that didn’t happen, and over breakfast he said he’d knocked over a glass of coke before bedtime, which explained why the floor was so sticky.
After that first squirt there was no stopping me - I now squirt 80% of the time there’s a cock in my pussy and I can make myself squirt whenever I like. New partners like to see how quickly they can make it happen - my research shows that women can find it a lot faster than men.
That being said - ladies, if you’d like to give it a try please get in touch… :)
