Flowing Like A River

The quickest, easiest, and squirtiest (yes, I know, it’s not technically a word) for me to cum centers around my clit. Stroke the clit, rub the clit, flick the clit, or simply touch the clit, and I cum, gush, squirt all over the place.

Before He was Sir, when we were just two friends chatting online, He educated me about my g-spot – where to find it, what to do with it. What? You don’t talk to your online friends about your g-spot?

Until recently, I never found release with my g-spot. It feels good, and I feel orgasms rise, but a quick stroke to my clit finishes me off in a great gush of aromatic juices.

A couple of days ago, with permission to cum three times, I learned something new…

“Finger bang yourself, cum thrice,” read the text message. Meant to be read before I showered, I missed it. Checking the clock to see how much time I had to make myself cum three times, I ran to close and lock my bedroom door. I sat on the edge of the bed, naked, a few droplets of water still clinging to my skin.

I tentatively stroked my labia, slowing pushing into my inner folds. Sticky wet heat greeted my fingers. One, then two, and then a third finger slipped into my waiting pussy. I found the ridgy spot inside my cunt and bent my fingers slightly.

THWAP! THWAP!

I banged into my pussy. Oh God, it felt so good. I felt the pressure mount in my core. I fucked myself with my hand harder and faster.

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!

My head tilted back, my lips parted, and a quickly muffled groan escaped. Faster and faster I fucked myself, tapping my g-spot. My hips lifted off the edge of the bed. One hand gripped the comforter. The pressure from the coming orgasm built until I felt my cunt flower and convulse. I squirted hard, cum poured into my hand and dripped down my pussy onto the comforter and the floor beneath me.

That was one. Only two more to go.