At dinner Krystal asked me, “What was that thing you did to me with your fingers last night?”
“Oh, um, g-spot massage. It supposedly makes women squirt, which supposedly feels good.”
“Well, it definitely felt good!”
Brittney said, “Squirting seems like a nasty mess to me. I’ve seen it in porn. It looks like they’re pissing all over the place.”
Heather said, “From what I’ve read, and from my experience last night,” — she smiled at me — “it can be very pleasurable for women. It involves a fluid buildup that creates pressure that feels like you need to urinate, but it is a kind of ejaculate. The feeling, and again my experience last night supports this, is of a pleasurable buildup and then a release that is a total letting go.”
Ashley said, “I agree with that. You all know I’m a bit– a woman who likes to be in control, but this squirt thing is a total loss of control, and it feels fabulous. I’m completely relaxed afterwards.”
Dan told Brittany, “I’d love to see you squirt if it was a pleasure for you to do it.”
John said, “In eastern mystic sex, men are counseled to drink the woman’s ejaculate.”
Heather looked at him, “Have you been reading about squirting?”
He said, “Well obviously you have. Yes, it intrigues me.”
She said, “I’m going to squirt right in your fucking mouth, you darling pervert.”
He smiled.
Krystal looked at me again, “Will you show these guys what you did?”
The guys all looked at me.
Ashley smiled.
Heather said, “Yes, please. Let’s have a g-spot and squirting workshop.”
“I’d love to.”
So we set things up in the living room: comforters and blankets and towels on the floor, lube handy, lights dim, some kind of instrumental mellow music playing.
I was across the room from the other three couples, and it was decided that Brittney would join me, since she was the only one I hadn’t fingered that way. Each of the other women, more or less experienced at receiving g-spot massage, could help their less-experienced male partners.
Put yourself in my place: I’m kneeling beside a totally nude, beautifully curvy, sexually adventurous woman while across the room are three other equally nude couples, the women lying with their legs apart so I’m looking straight at their pussies. It’s warm, we’re relaxed on beer, weed, and wine, and swimming and sunshine, and food, and sex.
I said, “Guys, the most important thing to keep in mind is that you are not going to ‘make her squirt’ and that is not what you are trying to do. What you are trying to do is to help her have a pleasant and relaxing sexual experience. It is solely and exclusively about her.
“Now, women, because of what I just said, it is important for you to keep in mind that you are not trying to squirt. You aren’t trying to do anything but feel good.”
I began to rub my hands on Brittney’s thighs. “Women get conditioned to be man-pleasers, but it’s super-important that everything you experience now is pleasurable to you. To help us help you, you need to provide a little verbalization. If the man does something that is unpleasant or distracting, just cue him with a little ‘un-uh’ to stop it. If you feel good, let the pleasure out with a moan. You don’t need to ham it up; we don’t want you to think to hard about it.”
I moved one of my hands to gently rub the area between Brittney’s pubic mound and her belly-button. The other hand I placed directly over her pussy. She let her legs fall slack to allow me access. I nodded to the other guys to follow my lead.
“Nice, deep, even breaths, everyone. On your own rhythm. And again, women, if it’s good, reward the man with a moan on the exhale.”
On cue, Brittney moaned.
“Thank you, darling.”
Deep breathing and light moaning filled the room. The women’s legs, I saw, lolled outward, making access easier for the men, and indicating relaxation. Under my hand, Brittany’s pussy opened like a flower. Suiting actions to my words, I encouraged the men to use plenty of lube, and always warm it in their hands before touching the women.
“Next when her pussy seems warmed up and welcoming, we’re going to penetrate it with a finger, and there’s a particular way to do it. If her pussy lips are open and ready, with the back of your hand toward the floor, touch her clit with a fingertip, then slide that finger down toward the floor until you touch the back of her love canal. Once you touch that spot, if she’s open, just curl your finger up and in.”
My finger was deep in Brittney’s pussy, the first knuckle and the web between it and my thumb pressed against the bottom of her pubic bone and against her clit. She moaned. Other women moaned too.
“Let’s just keep doing that movement for a little, guys. Women you’re giving great cues. Keep breathing deep and let him know how you feel. Guys, make sure you have enough lube. If it seems like enough, get a little more. Good. Now touch her clit, slide your fingertip down, touch the bottom, curl up and in, give her a little rub there. You can also very gently rub your other hand on her mound and just above. Women, if that’s distracting move his hand or give him a little un uh. Good. Let’s do that a few more times.
“Now get a little more lube. This time we’re going to use the second two fingers inside her. Do it the same way as before: start at her clit, slide down to the bottom, curl up inside. Now press your fingertips up against the front wall inside. If your other hand is on the outside, you might feel her move against you. Around where your fingertips are is what they call the g spot, so massage the whole area gently. If the woman moans, you’re doing good. If she says un uh, just back off and do the other stuff some more. Then try again more gently.
My middle fingers were up inside Brittney, my palm pressed against her labia, adding to the stimulation of the area.
“Women, if it feels really good, if he hits that g-spot, let him know with more than a moan, maybe say ‘yes’? That ought to be enough. Guys, we’re hunting for the ‘yes.’ Women, this is a good time to remember that if we succeed you may get a feeling like you need to pee. That’s a good feeling! Maybe you had it during sex before and changed or stopped what you were doing, so you wouldn’t pee. This time right now is about you completely releasing control. If that includes losing control of your bladder, so be it. If you’re going to pee, pee. It’s okay, even desirable.”
I found the spot, and Britney said, “Yes, oh yes!”
I began to press more vigorously, running my fingers in and out, rubbing the fingertips over that sensitive spot. “Guys, if you find the spot and she’s ready, you can rub harder and faster. She may like some gentle or even aggressive patting with the other hand on top of her mound, or she may appreciate your mouth or tongue on her clit.”
I patted Brittney’s mound, at first gently, then harder and harder, as I raked the fingertips of my other hand aggressively over the spongy and ribbed tissue deep inside her.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” She panted out. Then her hips and legs jerked spasmodically, and fluid began to spray out around my pumping fingers. I pressed my mouth to her clit and licked and sucked and pumped, until the spray slowed down and she said, “Un uh,” and moved away from me. I took my hand out, and began to lick the entire area, gradually moving back to her clit. Soon she was moaning, panting yes, and jetting out another, smaller squirt. I slurped it up. The liquid was sweet, not acid and sour. I found it delicious.
Similar scenes and sounds were happening across the room.
I spoke one final piece of encouragement, advice, and instruction. “Women, you may feel overwhelmed by the sensations, and need the man to stop stimulating you. You may orgasm simultaneously with the squirt, or after, or not at all. You may want him to continue, and you may need very aggressive finger-fucking. Whatever you feel is right, and you need to let your partner know what it is.”
For Brittney what seemed right was to lie next to her, hug her, and tell her she was amazing, and that I hoped she enjoyed herself.
Through the rest of the evening the eight of us had sex freely and almost continuously. Things slowed down a little at dinner. When we were all finished eating, we cleared away the dishes and everyone had their choice of beverage in hand. We were still at the table and hadn’t really gotten started back up. Dan had Heather on his lap. She was obviously grinding on him, and he was obviously fingering her. Brittney definitely enjoyed showing her big beautiful breasts. She hadn’t put a top back on since lunch. She had Krystal and Rob suckling on them as she sat back in comfort. Taking a cue from them, John and I were doing the same to Ashley’s smaller but still impressive boobs. I slid my hand to her pussy and found John’s had beat me there. Brittney looked at Ashley and said, “This whole weekend was your doing, and I thank you for it, but the two of you are the only ones here who haven’t said anything about your wildest sexual experiences.”
Ashley looked at me, I looked at her. I knew what she’d almost spoken about earlier in the day. I said it first, “Anal.”
Brittney’s eyes opened a little wider. Krystal and Rob stopped worshipping her boobs and turned to look at us.
Ashley confirmed, “Anal.”
I said, “I don’t know what is the wildest. I can eat Ashley’s ass for an hour, and I love having her lick mine.”
She cut in, “I didn’t know how much I could enjoy a tongue in my bung, but that was nothing compared to getting it rammed by his cock.”
“I’m not sure what’s wilder,” I added, “me fucking your ass or you pegging mine.”
Everyone’s eyes pinballed between Ashley and me. At about the same time, Brittney said, “Anal! What a fucking turn on,” Dan asked, “She fucks you in the ass?” and Krystal accused Ashley, “You never told me about that!”