I slid two fingers in as deeply as I could. “Curl them up like your trying to pet the topside, with just your fingertips.”
I did as she asked. “Longer movements,” she said, wiggling her hips a little. After a few more times she smiled. “Right there, try that a while.”
It was more difficult, I felt like I was straining my fingers, but she seemed to like it. “Mmm, alright, enough of that. Turn your hand over now.”
I inverted my wrist like she asked. “Deep as you can go, back and down. Basically these last two are around the cervix. You know what the cervix is, right? Some girls are not going to like being touched there, it’s uncomfortable. I like it, and a lot of women do, so you need to be aware.” I did as she asked, and after a few tries, she told me I had it right.
“Those last two, you can hit those just right with your cock, if a guy’s long enough. You don’t have to be enormous.” She slid her rubber dildo back inside, at a different angle, and pulled it back out. “There. That’s not even five inches. You’ll have no problem hitting that, with plenty to spare.”
She pulled it out, and rubbed the outside of her pussy. “Wow. Not as much fun, when it’s all technical. Those are three of the four vaginal ones. Got it?”
I nodded. “What’s the fourth?”
“It’s just called a vaginal orgasm. No G-Spot or A-Spot or whatever. If a guy’s nice and thick, and can go a long time, usually a looong time, like at least fifteen minutes, the steady rhythm can build up to one of the biggest types. Really intense. You should know, you’ve given me quite a few of those.”
It was a lot to take in. “This is kind of crazy. Four different ones inside you, and playing with your clit?”
She laughed, “There’s more, but not for everybody. Anal orgasms aren’t uncommon, but I haven’t figured that one out, not that I haven’t tried. Some women can get off with just having their breasts and nipples played with. The girl’s got to have really sensitive nipples for that. It doesn’t work for me, but I hear it’s not rare.” She grinned. “Oral sex, too. There are women out there who can come giving a blowjob. I think that’s pretty amazing, and wish I could. I’d love to experience that feeling.”
I was lying next to her, completely fascinated. “Then there’s the one spot nobody talks about much,” she said
“And that is?”
“The brain. The excitement of seeing, hearing, smelling can create an orgasm all by itself.”
She rolled me onto my back, and laid on top of me. “Still think there’s anything fake?”
“Then what’s the problem with Mom and Teri?”
She gave me a long slow kiss. “I can think of three possibilities right off the bat. They’re not excited, maybe because they’re too nervous. Whoever’s with them could be doing it wrong and is not concerned with their pleasure, or in the worse case, some women just have issues. They are much harder to get to come, it takes time and patience, and a caring partner. Combining those issues could be devastating.”
She gave me a quick peck. “That’s it. Just remember, the clit’s the easy one. Don’t abuse it, do it like I showed you, and most women will not only come for you, but they’ll keep coming back for more.”
She rolled off of me, and laid on her side, watching me. “Did that help?”
“In more ways than one. Can we do this again?”
She scooted over next to me. “We’ll see. I’m seeing someone. It’s not serious yet, but I think it could be. If it becomes serious, I’m gonna be exclusive. Why don’t we talk on the phone a bit, and see how things are going.”
When I went home that evening, I had a much better idea of what was going on, but I still wanted more validation.
The call to Courtney was much less convoluted.
“Are you serious?” she answered. “Do you honestly think I was faking it?”
So I explained my issues.
“You can be the biggest dope, Travis. Before I met you, I never came with anything but my own fingers. You showed me that it was possible, with the magic mouth of yours and that wonderful fat cock!”
“You really like it then, it doesn’t hurt or anything?”
“I get sore sometimes, that’s about it.”
I thought about another of my sister’s comments, which I hadn’t addressed with Rachel. “You said you liked my cum. You swallow it. Mom and Teri says when they do it, it tastes horrible.”
“Your mom and your sister tasted your cum?”
“No! Of course not! Not mine, whoever’s it was, Dad’s I guess, for Mom.”
She was a little slower answering. “I may have fibbed a little. It doesn’t taste very good.”
There it was. Faking it. “Why did you say it did?”
“Because I love doing it for you. I love the way you respond. I want to make you happy.”
I thought about that. “It does make me feel good. I like that a lot.”
“Exactly! Look Travis, when you go down on me, does it taste good, or do you do it because you know how much I love it?”
“I love it. I love what I can do to you. It doesn’t have a very strong taste.” I didn’t mention the smell which could be a little strong sometimes.
“And I love that you’re so willing to do it for me, and that you’re so good at it. Amazing.”
She giggled. “I wish you were here doing it now. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, Court. I miss you a lot.”
“Don’t be a stranger. It was nice hearing from you.”
The conversation helped. A little white lie about how my cum tasted seem to be the worst of it. I still felt bad about Teri. I had no idea how I was going to start the conversation that we needed to have.