Training to Squirt – Part 1 of 5 (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Hello, it’s Cal here. I want to discuss something about Cindy.
She loves a mess, as you all know. She can squirt most of the time now, but it wasn’t always that way. I’m going to write a few stories about training her to do that.
Training Cindy — Part 1
I’d been thinking about it for weeks. She told me she had wanted to know what it was like to squirt before we even got married.
We had been married about a year now, and we were fresh off our honey moon. I just kept hearing her words in my head: “I wonder what squirting is really like.”
This wasn’t just about making Cindy cum harder—no, not just cum.
I wanted her so wrecked she didn’t know where she ended and I began.
I wanted to make her squirt, and not just a little—I wanted new sheets on the bed. I wanted to need a shower after. I wanted to soak the fucking world in her pleasure.
And because of what I did when Cindy and I met, I knew how to make women squirt.
You guys know from what we’ve shared in the past that Cindy was a stripper. But we haven’t shared yet (it’s weird to say on here, but she told me I could finally say it), is that when we met, I was in the adult film industry. And part of the reason I even approached her at the club the night we met was to bring her into that world. And she came a little bit into it, but not a lot.
For some reason, I felt protective of her from our first time—like she was special. I mean, I’m the guy who fell in love with a stripper. I didn’t believe in love at first sight until then. That was a lifetime ago.
But now we were married, barely.
Anyway, it had been a while since I had done this, and it was nice to be able to do it for my young, beautiful wife.
So tonight… she was going to learn.
I set the scene with low lights. The bedroom was dark except for one a candle. The sheets were pulled halfway off the bed already, like a garden waiting to be watered.
The music was low, but heavy bass still vibrated the floorboards.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, still dressed, watching her.
She came in wearing one of my old t-shirts, a lace thong, and messy hair, clearly thinking she was going to give me one of her signature lap dances.
God, she was fucking perfect. Still is.
And she had no idea what was about to happen.
I patted my thigh.
“Come here, Cin.”
She crossed the room barefoot, crawled up into my lap, straddled me, and was about to dance when I stilled her.
I ran my hands up under the shirt, palming her bare ass, squeezing until she whimpered.
I kissed her slow, deep, slipping my tongue into her mouth like I owned her. Because I did. (As she does me, but in this moment, ownership was mine.)
Breaking the kiss, I leaned in close to her ear.
“Tonight, baby, you’re gonna learn how to let go.”
She shivered against me. Her thighs pressed in tighter.
I flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, and spread her thighs wide open before I moved the lace to the side.
First Lesson: Relax
I didn’t dive in right away.
I traced light patterns on her inner thighs, her hips, and the crease where her ass met her legs.
I watched her muscles twitch.
I whispered, “Don’t fight it. Just feel.”
When she was writhing, desperate, I finally dragged my tongue through her pussy, slow, from her clit down to her entrance.
She sobbed my name. “Cal, oh, C-Ca—babe, Cal…”
Good.
Second Lesson: Pressure and Speed
I slipped two fingers into her—slow, deep, curling up toward her belly.
I found that rough little patch—her G-spot—swollen already, her body giving it to me like a gift.
I curled and pumped, hard and steady.
At the same time, I pressed my thumb against her clit—grinding slow circles.
Relentless. Ruthless.
She started squirming almost immediately.
“Cal—Cal I—”
Her voice was wrecked.
“I have to pee,” she said.
I grinned.
“No you don’t. You just feel like you gotta pee, baby. That’s good. That’s the squirt building up. Don’t you fucking dare hold it back.”
Third Lesson: Permission to Break
I worked her harder—fingers stroking that magic spot, thumb abusing her clit.
My other arm locked across her hips, pinning her down to the mattress so she couldn’t run from it.
She fought it, thighs clamping around my arm, back arching—but she was no match for me.
I leaned down, lips brushing her ear. “Let it go, Cin. Make a fucking mess for me.”
And that broke her.
She screamed—raw, primal—and then it hit: a sudden, violent gush, soaking my hand, spraying down onto the sheets.
She cried out like she was dying, like she was being reborn.
And fuck, she was beautiful.
Fourth Lesson: Push Further
I didn’t stop.
I kept my fingers inside her, curling, pumping faster, faster, as she screamed and writhed and bucked against my grip.
Another gush.
Then another.
She couldn’t control it—couldn’t stop if she wanted to.
I licked her juices from my wrist like it was honey, growling against her throat.
“Good fucking girl. That’s it. Drench this bed. Drench me. Show me you’re mine.”
Her face was wrecked—mouth open, eyes glazed, hair plastered to her forehead—perfect.
Aftermath: Hold Her, Worship Her
When her body finally gave out, twitching and jerking with aftershocks, I released her wrists, dragged her trembling form onto my chest.
I kissed her forehead and held her while she shook and sobbed from how hard she’d let go.
I whispered filth and love in her ear: “You didn’t just cum tonight, baby. You fucking surrendered to me.”
And she had. In the most beautiful, filthy way!
That’s hot Cal. I think you know it, but the two of you are very lucky to have found each other.
We really are. Thank you
Oh my…that was crazily arousing! I really want to learn to squirt and feel so close during many masturbating sessions. Honestly I find it kind of hot that you were in the adult film industry. Now I bet you use everything you learned to pleasure Cindy incredibly, as this story shows!
Oh you can get there. Hope it’s fine to give advice here like this. Cindy is usually the one on here. As a matter of fact she’s been telling me for days to reply to comments. Anyway, right at that moment you’re about to orgasm, slow down and edge. The key is getting closer to orgasm but not going there over and over and every time you get closer, it’s going to be more built up so it’s going to be a more intense organ that you’re denying. Eventually you’ll squirt hard once you finally crest that edge and let yourself go. Personally, and this was the case with Cindy, I’ve found that most women stop themselves because they feel they’re going to pee. Whatever, you might a little, but mostly it’s going to be your sweet nectar. You can get there.
I can tell you from a woman's point of view that that was one beautiful piece of erotica. I know a few women who do squirt and actually get quite wet during sex. Unfortunately I'm not one of those. Not for lack of trying mind you we have tried many of the same techniques that you described with Cindy.
I did orgasm and it did feel different but no squirting.
Numbers very that's what I understand anywhere from 10 40% of women have experienced it. My sister-in-law being one of them. I've seen the wet spot left behind from her masturbation sessions.
Not being able to squirt was one of those things that made me feel a little less than others. I'm assuming it's like a woman who has a smaller breast size or a man who's got a smaller to average sized cock.
I can say that there have been instances where I have had my essence running down The inside of my legs but that would be after very prolonged sexual experiences whether it be chilling or with my husband.
And I can say that this is one of the things that we have discussed which I have put in my past insecurities. Lubrication is always a must for us until I get going. Especially at my age!
But I know I do enjoy listening to other women sharing their experiences and it sounds like be totally enjoys it and I join in her celebration and the celebration of other women who have.
For the rest of us there's no reason for us to feel less than. I for one find women who have small breasts very attractive and sexual as does my husband. I also am very thankful for the fact that my husband does not have an enormous member. Having experienced dildos of larger sizes I can say that no way would I be able to experience a man of that size. Leave that to the women who can..
That's not to say I don't enjoy seeing a big piece of meat swinging between a man's legs or standing out straight from his body. I have witnessed that on the number of occasions on nude beaches and at times looking at things that I shouldn't have been looking at online.
Thank you for sharing it though Cal it was a wonderful thing to experience with you and Cindy. Love you guys ❤️
Lady L. 💋💋
Definitely don’t feel less then. But I’m off the opinion that every women can. Most just don’t realize it. See my reply to LLL’s comment.
Every woman *. I know proper grammar.
LadyL, I just started squirting a few months ago, and i'm 55 years old!! BTW, it feels so good to finally be able to write/say this!!!! Anyway, I have been with my incredible lover/ husband for 35 years!!! Honestly, i wasn't even trying, it just "happened" one night after some long and intense oral and fingering…it was such an incredible high, so don't give up hope, keep trying lady!!!
I feel that a squirting pussy is the "ultimate compliment" for a man.
And, your analysis that learning to "let go" is a key part of it.
Both of my exes grew up believing that "sex is bad" — a false teaching that was common in churches and homes when people of my age group were growing up. Realizing that "sex is good" — as the Bible makes clear, especially in the Song of Solomon — is something that some wives never quite get. Bravo for the ones that do.
God made sex to be "very good", and a squirting pussy is the best proof of that.
True. I personally think the chapter on sexual morality in CS Lewis’ Mere Christianity hits the nail on the head. I’m still a bit indulgent, but my past was all about that. We had this saying “get laid, get paid” in our studio. It’s kinda weird but awesome going from a life where only sex and money mattered to this life where those things are good gifts when used right
I love squirting. And it is my mission to be such a student of my future wife’s body and pleasure that she squirts when I want her to like you have done with Cindy. I love master the pleasure of my wife’s pussy
" I’m off the opinion that every women can. " squirt that is.
My extensive reading & research on this subject is..that statement is not true. Some women can't..or won't be able to squirt.
Why ? Individual differences in anatomy. The g-spot tissue is variable in size in women, and is missing entirely in some women. Not my opinion, what I've read. Had to stimulate tissue that isn't present.
here's a good article on this : [From MH: search "The Marriage Bed female ejaculation".]
I read the original post and it sounds somewhat similar to our past experience, ( admitting it is described differently & comes from a different experience level ) as described in one of my earlier posts here..
https://marriageheat.com/2024/01/10/multiple-orgasm-training/