The Mixed Blessing of Squirting

Feeling something leave your body when you cum adds another dimension to orgasms. I guess that’s what guys feel all the time. 

When I first started down the masturbation highway, I didn’t squirt…I just got extremely wet, but this soon developed into full-on squirting. 

Now, think of porn you might have seen where the girl arches her back and a stream of liquid jets out of her halfway across the room. If it’s a tight, well-formed stream, it’s pee, not squirt. Another reason why I don’t care for porn much - they take us for idiots. 

Real squirt is vaginal. It comes from over-productive glands at the entrance to and inside the vagina. A girl who squirts, well, actually, ‘flooding’ is a much more descriptive term for it. 

And in my early sexual years, it was what is technically known as ‘a fucking nuisance.’

I loved the idea of masturbating in class. I was very good at it too. Cross-legs, squeeze…and especially if I slipped an eraser into my panties first, it would get real slippery from my wetness and glide over my clit sublimely…and, of course, it made me cum into my panties. 

To begin with, this was all well and good, until one Friday afternoon and two fucking hours of Latin. (I’m one of those people who can watch the Life Of Brian Latin scene totally straight-faced. Not funny at all…I did my share of conjugating verbs!) I suppose, looking back, it was the first time I had seriously edged myself. I had slipped the eraser into my panties at the start of the lesson and built myself up, and cooled off easily about twenty times, sometimes I was so close to going over the top that I thought I’d lost it. 

But somehow, I managed not to cum until the last fifteen minutes of the lesson. When that orgasm finally hit me, I felt myself soak…and soak is the only word for it. I was absolutely certain I had peed myself. I froze. I just couldn’t move. At the end of the lesson we all stood while the sister blessed us, and we crossed ourselves like good little Catholic girls, except I was sure my kilt was wet at the back and I felt liquid running down my tights. 

In the rest room, I surveyed the damage. Fortunately the colour and thickness of the kilt had saved any potential embarrassment as, although it was tangibly wet, at least it wasn’t stained. My panties, though were wrecked. Soaked through, front and back, and so we’re my tights. I took both off and bundled them into my bag and walked home with the cool air playing freely between my legs. 

Back in the safety of my room, I examined the carnage more closely. This involved some feeling and some smelling. It didn’t feel like water…like pee…there was a slight oily quality to it, and as for scent, it was pure musk…pure girl cum. Oh, there was a faint, really faint hint of pee…there usually is on a girl’s panties, but if I had peed myself to this extent, the pee scent would be way stronger.  Remember, I did pee my panties on purpose from time to time so I knew the difference. 

That night, in bed, I listened to my parents going at it. Since Ali and I reached puberty, either I became more aware of them having sex, or they were way more noisy…probably a bit of both. Anyway, as I listened to them and heard the dirty words they used, I slipped a hand between my legs and began to masturbate, but I stopped pretty quickly. What if it happened again? Ok, one large bath towel on the mattress just in case. 

They fucked, I wanked, and I managed to cum with them both, and although it was less in quantity I squirted…again…and it felt amazing. 

Since then I’ve been a squirter. Some times huge quantities, especially if the sex has lasted a long time before I give in to orgasm, but always enough to turn moist panties into wet ones. A mattress protector is essential, since both Emily and I squirt…anyway, sex can get messy in other ways too. 

Emily loves to kneel between my legs while I stand over her and masturbate. When I cum, my squirt falls on her face which she adores. 

I know girls who squirt who hate it…I can understand why….the first time you let a new partner make you cum, when do you warn them…DO you warn them? There they are, their hand in your panties, and both of you are loving it. He (or she) is getting you closer and closer, and finally you cum….and flood his or her hand! Your partner immediately thinks you’ve peed, and you hastily explain that you squirted instead. It’s worse if you’re fucking and your on top. You know, one of those fucks when height of you undresses. His cock is out, your panties are pulled aside and you’re going at it in the car. He cums in you, then you cum…and soak the front of his pants. How does he explain that one away when he gets home? No, squirting can have a downside, no doubt. 

Sex is messy….it’s supposed to be messy….gloriously messy. Good, hard sex involves sweat, bodily fluids, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

For a girl, when she has let a guy cum inside her, she will be reaping the rewards of it for hours, even if she squats and squeezes most of his semen out, she will notice that her panties smell different, as the last vestiges of his cum run out of her. I had a ‘quickie’ once up against a tree in the woods. It wasn’t good sex by any means - he wanted a fuck, I wanted a fuck. It was brief…boy was it brief. We both came, but it seemed to only take seconds. Anyway, I pulled my panties back up and we walked back. I could feel him leaking out of me with every step. 

Once, (same guy) we fucked pretty much in the same place, except this time, at his request, I had gone commando, and wasn’t wearing panties. Again, we fucked by the simple expedient of him holding my bum, my legs wrapped round him, and my back getting scratched to fuck on a tree. Again, we both climaxed quickly (I found the pain of the scratching actually helped) and when he withdrew, I felt his semen oozing down my inner thighs. As we walked more came out. I felt deliciously whore-like. I couldn’t walk back through my home dripping semen onto the carpets, so I squatted and squeezed the rest out and used a couple of tissues to clean up. (I also had a pee while I was down there…..why do some guys like watching a girl pee?)

I must admit, I love the mess of sex. I love getting wet when I’m turned on, I love squirting, I love being squirted on, whether it’s by another girl or a guy cumming all over me, and, as a special treat, I love using pee as part of sex too. 

People have asked me whether I think it’s degrading, letting someone pee on me. The answer is sometimes, yes, but as I’m a submissive, that only adds to the thrill. 

i wonder how guys feel about a ‘squirter’? Is it something guys look for/want, or are they indifferent to it? Take it or leave it? It’s not without its downside. Quickies need planning - which rather negates the idea of a quickie. If Emily wants to get it on with me somewhere ‘public’, say, a shop fitting room, then I make sure that whenever we go out, I always carry a facecloth in my bag along with the usual Spair pair of panties (usually two pairs) and all the other feminine clutter we carry around with us…tampons…wet wipes…etc (and in my case a small, very effective, very expensive and totally silent vibrator.) 

One day, I hope in the very long distant future, the menopause will take its toll on my sex drive. I’ve spoken to Tig about this, and she told me that whenever that happens, she will sort me out with the right HRT to keep me as horny as I am now…bless her. By the way she is three years (in real time) into her medical degree, but she has just passed the year 5 exams! Naturally she aced them…of course she did. What else? Her professors don’t make her keep ‘terms’ as such and she works full time, right through the year. She and two others are on this fast track. Everything she reads is hers for life, but she isn’t just a walking photocopyp machine, her intellect is frightening. 

Which brings me onto Tig. Until she and I fooled around, Tig had no time for sex…even masturbation was something that she just didn’t have time for…unless it happened on its own, like when she was in the shower, and she just happened to cum while washing herself. However, since we did what we did, she has become more sexual. She still doesn’t have time for a relationship. “Sure, I can‘ t be doing with a partner…too busy….but I like a wank with you now an’ then!” She doesn’t do ‘subtle hint’.