That First Squirt

Get to know me - squirting

Get to know me - squirting

I met him when I was 18, the mother of a 2-year old child, and almost from the beginning our sex life was good. He was two years older than me and of course, at that age we all experimented and wanted to discover new things. We were no different, but my sex life back then was definitely not as exciting as it became later, but being in a process of discovering myself, it was damn exciting.

Now, a small side note: I have never been a person to question things that happen. Many things I just took at face value. They are what they are. During our discovery, I never questioned what happened either.

After we were married – he was 22 and I 20 – we moved into our first home as a happy family. One Saturday afternoon – the little one was sleeping – we sat in the living room. I think we were both reading or something like that. I loved to sit on the carpet and that afternoon I did. I sat in the sun that shone into the living room. He sat down next to me. We kissed, we fondled, we hugged, we touched. Soon I was naked from the waist down, my legs spread and my pussy bathing in the hot summer sun. He fingered me and the louder I moaned, the harder he fingered and the deeper he pushed. My orgasm totally overtook me and I was incredibly surprised when fluids spurted over the floor. If I close my eyes, I can still see the wetness on the wooden floor. I never questioned it. Never wondered what it was. Never felt ashamed of it.

It also didn’t happen again for many, many years.

Sometime during my life I learned that what happened that afternoon, is called ‘squirting’. Female ejaculation. Not urine. I also learned that some women felt ashamed when they have squirted for the first time. When I think about my first time, it always brings a smile back to my face. That really was a special afternoon.

I tend to have wet orgasms, but it’s not always because of squirting. There is one person who can make me squirt every time he fingers me: Master T. He knows exactly what to do. It’s not only a matter of fingering me. It’s also not a matter of fingering me and then rubbing my clitoris. No, it’s a careful dance of watching the reactions of my body, of touching me, getting me wet, then fingering me and at the exact right time pulling out and rubbing my clitoris. Only the right combination of touches will get me to spurt my fluids all over his hand and the bed.

Like Molly has said in her post about squirting the squirting orgasms are not the ones that are the most satisfying. Once I have started squirting, I tend to squirt over and over again. The more orgasms I have, the more I want to climax. But, there comes a moment that it’s been enough. There comes a moment where I want the ‘big one’- an orgasm that consumes my entire body from top to toe, that leaves my cunt sensitive, that sates me.

I love squirting orgasms, but I love the big ones a lot better!

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6 thoughts on “That First Squirt

    • KinkyKrissy says:

      my husband is truly “gifted” ive never NOT had at least one orgasm while we’re having sex. i usually cum a couple times during foreplay, and at least once from penetration..
      if he happens to cum before i do, ( which is rare), he’s relentless until i do cum

  1. KinkyKrissy says:

    i started having sex when i was about 15 years old. it was “just OK” with every guy that i fucked. when i got married i thought it would be better… it wasnt. my ex was a “3 pump chump” rarely giving me any pleasure, he’d finish, get off and fall asleep.. needless to say, i spent a LOT of time masturbating, dreaming/fantasizing about how i wanted to be pleasured.
    after my divorce, i “dated” a few guys, but sex with them was always a letdown, and i’d end up masturbating again.
    then i met my future husband, and EVERYTHING changed……
    20 minutes after we 1st met, my bobs were out, his hand down my shorts on MY couch he was licking and fingering me to orgasm after orgasm, jeeezzzus he was good ๐Ÿ™‚
    i started to lead him to the bedroom, but stopped in the hallway and go to my knees, i wanted, no i NEEDED his cock in my mouth. i struggled with his size, i’d never seen a cock that big before. after a few minutes, he helped me to my feet, picked me up, and literally tossed me into bed, where his tongue brought me to a couple more orgasms.
    it was a good thing i was dripping wet when he fucked me, i was stretched and filed like i’d NEVER been before….
    i ended up moving 1200 miles to live with him, our sex life was incredible. one night after an (adult) Halloween party, a lot of jack daniels, teasing him all night, and having him finger me several times during the night, we made it back home..
    we 69’d for quite a while, i was dripping wet, when he got me o my back, put my legs on his shoulders and started fucking me hard…
    he pounded my poor pussy for a l o n g time, switching positions several times, i was again on my back with him standing at the edge of the bed slamming his cock into me, i mentioned to him, maybe he wasnt gonna cum, since i was sooooo wet.
    i felt something building inside me i’d never felt beore, i wasnt sure what was happening, but it felt so good i didnt want him to stop. by the look on his face i was sure he was about reading to cum, i begged him to CUM NOW… i felt his cock start to twitch as he was buried deep inside me, i squirted hard and a LOT covering him, the bed, and the floor!!!
    at that moment i couldnt even rememeber my name !!!
    he pulled out as he started to get soft, got back between my thighs and licked me clean..
    here i was, 35 years old, having the best orgasm of my life, glad it wasnt my last squirt !!

  2. The story of your first one was beautiful. I love my non squirting orgasms better too. The squirty ones are from forced orgasms being torn from me, whilst I love those I prefer the longer build up better.

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