Smells like teen spirit

Or more precisely, cum. Stale cum. But oh what a cum, and oh what an arousing day. What transpired in the 24 hours after the last post will live on as another sexual watershed day for me.

It’s a beautiful sunny summer afternoon on a long weekend, but instead of sweating it out by the pool (which is where I imagined I’d be spending much of the day), I’m sitting inside waiting for the dryer to end. I’m not complaining because the reason why I’m doing laundry and washing all of our sheets again after only two days is because I squirted for the first time this morning. Yes, I left a HUGE wet puddle on the bed. I couldn’t believe that was all me. I actually sniffed the sheets afterwards, still in disbelief. Was it pee? Nope. Maestro’s cum? Nope – that was still in my pussy and dripping down my leg. Sweat? Nope – too wet for just sweat. It smelled like cum, but stale cum.

“Well makes sense, right? It’s all that cum that’s been pent up inside of you, and never released. Until now. That’s a couple of decades worth of cum.” Ah, more wisdom from Maestro.

This was probably the best birthday gift I could have given Maestro. It’s something that we’ve talked and he’s wanted for a long time. He’s shown so much patience and kindness with me in trying to find ways to get me to squirt. I have to admit I’ve always being a little bit in awe of other women who say they can squirt. I watched Rachel squirt repeatedly and I just never thought that I would be like that. Even though other women have told me about how to relax and just let your body release, it just never happened for me.

So the story of my first squirt actually is a story in five parts so bear with me. I provided a preview of the first two parts already in the last post, so you’re halfway to understanding the big, well, climax that happened that this morning.

Part 1 – The Flirt #1. While we were downtown I started chatting with Gabriella on Tinder. She was just in town for a few days. I was intrigued immediately by her. She was thoughtful and interesting, and we arranged to meet later in the day. Now that in itself is kind of surprising because, as we found on Tinder, you can invest a lot of time in getting to know a person, chatting, making arrangements, and comparing schedules, but oftentimes you will never actually meet the person. So it was incredibly refreshing when we agreed on a time and place to meet.

Part 2 – The Finger. We had an hour train ride back home after our big boozy weekend downtown. An entire hour on a train with Maestro? He led me to three seats in the front of the train, arranged his huge stuffed monkey on my lap, and slipped his left hand underneath my dress. He casually looked at his phone in his right hand – just another dude chilling on the train checking his phone. Except this dude was also making the woman across from him have multiple orgasms with his left hand. Monkey saw the whole thing happening, just ask him. Maestro started with just his fingertips squeezing my clit. Hard enough to make me jump and squirm, pulling and pinching, coaxing it to come out and play. By the second or third stop along the ride, he pushed two fingers inside my pussy, curling and hooking them only an inch or two inside. His thumb held firm on my clit, never letting it free from his grip. I shifted to look towards the window, hiding my about-to-cum face, as my hips rocked rhythmically back and forth. Maestro leaned toward me and whispered, “Don’t forget there’s a tunnel coming up soon.” I had my first baby orgasm well before the tunnel. The baby small orgasms roll over me in waves – I just let them pick me up and sweep me away. I saved the big orgasm for the tunnel. It was long and dark enough to jerk forward in my seat, pressing against Maestro’s fingers, urging them deeper and deeper in my hungry pussy. Maestro’s impeccable timing ensured we had at least one stop to collect ourselves before walking off the train. I didn’t check to see if I left cum smears on the seat when we left. I know I had cum dripping down my leg.

Part 3 – The Flirt #2. We met at a bustling cafe downtown. Gabriella approached me while I was standing in line to get a drink. Maybe it was the collar that gave me away, or the same sunglasses from my profile pictures on Tinder. We had a lot in common. Not just demographics like age and profession and marital status. We saw the world in a similar way. Our priorities matched, and that’s so important to me with any courtship and friendship. Maestro came to meet us downtown a few hours later and like Maestro, he had a plan for our visit. He drove us back out to where we live, around the beautiful lakes and views that you just don’t see when you’re downtown. (Maestro gave me the same tour when I was undecided about leaving downtown. He can be incredibly charming and charismatic as a tour guide.) We went back to our place, telling jokes and stories and eating our Indian takeout food. We loved having the company of someone so fresh and alive. Someone with interesting opinions about the world. Someone with confidence in herself. After dusk turned to dark, Maestro told Gabriella he was going to lick my pussy in the bedroom, and that she was welcome to watch. And participate if she wanted.

Part 4 – The Finger #2. She wanted to watch us fuck, just observe. I was thrilled of course. I love having an audience. I loved being able to look into her eyes as Maestro was slamming his cock into my pussy. I loved hearing her comments and encouragement. As a Gemini, as someone who gets so very very turned on by words, the opportunity to talk to someone as I was being fucked was tremendous. It wasn’t like she was a voyeur because she participated with her words. After Maestro made me cum a few times, I wanted her to experience Maestro’s talented tongue and fingers. Ever the gentleman and teacher, he offered to let me lick her pussy first. I provided the warmup for the main event. Maestro worked his magic, and after a few hours of intense pussy licking, we were spent.

In the car ride back downtown, I asked Gabriella if she had ever squirt before. She said yeah, she had when she was being finger blasted and standing up. Finger blasting, for those curious, is exactly as it sounds. Hard, intense, fast pussy fingering. I must have gone to sleep last night dreaming about pussies.

Part 5 – The Squirt: I was groggy this morning after a late night. I barely opened my eyes before Maestro rolled me over, holding me close towards him while laying on my side. I could feel his cock rubbing up against my back, rubbing against my asshole and then pressing into my pussy, still wet from my dreams. Sometimes our morning fucks are gentle and slow loving fucks. But this morning, both still turned on by last night – by memories of licking a beautiful woman’s pussy  – we were all animal. It was all hard and intense, furious fucking in my favorite position – on my back with my ankles crossed and up behind my head or over his shoulder. It’s the kind of rhythmic intense fucking that means he’s going to fuck a hole in my pussy. He will take no mercy on me. Immediately before I started to feel my orgasm coming on, he pulled out and jammed his fingers inside of me. You’ll have to ask Maestro how many fingers he used. I still don’t know if it was two or three. But he started finger blasting me exactly the way Gabriella talked about last night. His fingers moved like pistons in and out of my pussy, then top to bottom from my clit to my asshole. And before I knew what was happening I just felt this wetness cover my entire pussy. I’m even struggling to find the words to describe the sensation. It was like a pressure valve releasing and giving in to waves of pleasure. It’s a different orgasm from my clit orgasms. I could tell from the expression on Maestro’s face that he was so happy, so proud me. It was an incredible event for both of us. And writing about it now and reliving it in my head is making me horny all over again.