Yorkshire Pudding Ch. 03

CHAPTER THREE

SHE SQUIRTS

HE GETS MILKED

Having released long repressed passions with some rough sex and then an otherworldly coupling, Miriam and Hank once again recalibrate.

This time, It gets messy, very messy -- but in all the good ways. Two sex control freaks learn to let go and some more lessons are learned.

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In repose we match up nicely. Lying on my back, she lies pressed against my side, my arm around her shoulders, her head next to mine as she nuzzles my ear with her nose. The liquid weight of one breast is lying on my chest and her thigh lays across my groin.

Our hands explore each other and occasionally join. As our bodies press together, the fluids from our eyes, noses, mouths and genitals begin to warm and then dry as we continue to stroke each other's heads, shoulders and arms, bellies and backs.

We begin shifting, finding different areas to press against each other, speaking softly, sharing stories and asking questions.

As promised, we tell a few tales of our more promiscuous days in the aforementioned locations. Each a bit different, following her journey from hippie traveler to corporate executive and mine from revolutionary cadre to film maker. We each openly admit to having been what today would be called sluts. We enjoy each other's stories, reveling in the days before AIDS when the worst consequences of a bad partner choice were no more than a jab of penicillin or combing out crabs.

Well, actually not the worst. Like so many peer aged women I know, Miriam was raped by someone she trusted, but who would not hear her "NO". I am once again stunned at how many woman have been forced this way and wonder at the men that would do such a thing.

How the fuck could a man be aroused with someone demanding that you stop touching them?

Miriam reminds me that nothing has changed and date rape is even more rampant today, regardless of how jaded modern youth may seem to me.

"They are no better at hearing the other side, even if it is not a protestation."

"What are you talking about?"

"Women's false exclamations of ecstasy. Whether to please their man or simply end some inept love making with a fake orgasm.'

"I would like to think .................."

"Stop Hank, don't even think it, certainly don't say it. Whatever we have is ours alone and not some typical Mars -- Venus conceptual discussion. As far as I know, we are unique and unparalleled. Plus, I haven't even come yet." And she closes that door with her marvelous laugh.

We ask and share about childhoods and parents and do a bit more probing about our spouses but the more we do that, the larger grows the elephant in the room............... (just what "we" will be, or not, after tonight.........)

They have two kids, both grown and she even has a granddaughter.

As we continue to talk, our hands and bodies stop exploring each other. Seemingly confident with what they have learned, they are now actively bent on distracting us from conversation. She is tracing lines through my hip flexors and onto my inner thighs while I do the same across the swell of her breasts and borders of her areola.

Gradually, I feel myself begin to become aroused. Our conversation begins to stumble as my fingers find their way inside her and she presses on my perineum with her palm, laying her middle finger into my ass crack. Words turn to indistinct mumbling and then to moans.

It seems that "mundane sex" may still be appealing to each of us as I explore her vagina with my fingers. She is fondling my cock, squeezing and pulling on it. Gently bringing it from flaccid to erect.

"I really don't know what has happened to me. I have always had a randy side, but you have exposed a lascivious, cock hungry slut that I did not know was within me. Plus while I do love saying "cunt", you've got me talking like a lorry driver.............. mmmmmhhhh, Yes, keep doing that."

With a sigh, Miriam rolls away from me, off her side, onto her back, opening her thighs, allowing me to probe deeper.

I form two fingers into a V, pushing her rugae back and spreading her vestibule wide open. I can feel her cervix retreat as she begins to expand inside. My middle finger traces the hole of her urethra and then joins up with my index finger and they lift together, probing the ceiling of her cunt for her G spot.

She begins responding, flesh moving around my fingers and I am able to start learning her as she unfolds for me. Her glands help us, lubricating the way.

She lets go of my penis and stacks her palms on her lower belly, just above her mons. She bears down until I can feel them pushing against my fingers.

She sighs, "There, lover, there.......yes..........Now look at me."

As our gazes lock, my arousal increases exponentially and it appears her does as well.

"Oh my." She smiles.

Totally focused on only her pleasure, we begin pushing and stroking in time with each other.

She begins panting through pursed lips, and a small trickle from inside her puddles in my palm.

Moving up onto my knees, I look down at her, seeking to tune into what she is telling me with her palms and I adjust my placement, pressure and rhythm to match her, and the trickle increases.

Stopping her huffing and puffing, she breaks into a wide grin. Sighing through the smile, she slowly takes her palms from her belly, raises her arms over her head and lets her arms fall to her sides, spread wide in a crucifixion pose. She has completed her work, shown me her trigger points and left herself open.

Pushing my left palm down, where hers had been, I begin alternating my strokes, mimicking the pressure she brought and letting my fingers feel her responses as her walls flutter around me.

She utters a low, feral growl and a hot stream of liquid shoots out past my hand onto my arm.

"Oh god, Hank, oh my god, I can't, Oh god, Oh yes" ........ her pelvis lifts off the bed and she begins squirting in earnest.

With each pull of my fingers, a long stream shoots out her cooze, drenching my hand and arm. I increase the pace and pressure............. it becomes a flood.

"Enough!" And she pushes my hand out of her.

I bring my hand and forearm to my face and smear her flow onto my lips, licking my palm.

"Me, let me taste too!"

I kiss her and she probes my mouth with her tongue as I wipe my hand through her sopping vulva. I then deliver it to her mouth for fuller tasting, smearing my forearm across her breasts on the way up.

"Okay Yankee Boy, that was some truly outrageous squirting. I haven't pumped out like that in many, many years. Jesus, I think we have ruined this bed."

With that she sits up and moves away from the large puddle in the middle of the bed.

"Where the hell am I going to sleep, that's the size of the bloody English Channel. I was hoping you would know what to do when I pressed on my tummy. James never got the hang of it. He can lick my clit and fuck me great, but was never any good with squirting. I think he is averse to the mess."

Her right hand splashes around on the bed, assessing the size and depth of the puddle.

"Thank you for letting me be so selfish, it was glorious. I can reach it with one of my toys, but it's a lot of work and never comes like that.

"You're quite welcome. And I think the mess is the best part!"

"Yes, except for now when I have a cold, wet bed."

"No problem." With that I jump up and run to the bathroom, retrieve a large towel from the warmer and spread it on the bed from Calais to Dover.

"So if I miss squirting, what do you miss?"

"I miss menstruation. Terri got so aroused during her periods and I loved the mess".

"Jesus boy! There really are no boundaries for you! He's missing bloody cunts." She laughs out loud. "Not much I can do to help you there, sir. However, I was the same way. I loved to be eaten and fucked when on the rag."

"Hank, you can stop looking so startled, you started this topic.......... Plus our covenant is no boundaries!..............But as a woman, I am glad that is all over. I had awful cramps and my menopause was absolute hell. Now, since that's off the table, what else do you miss?"

"Probably anal. In fact, during menstruation Terri craved anal intercourse. She would seduce me and then fuck me wildly with her ass. She still can have stunning anal assisted orgasms with my finger, but frankly never asks for my cock inside her. And without desire, I have no interest in pushing her."

"Well then, I am your gal, because I still love to have my ass shagged whether I can bleed or not! And my mate loves giving it to me, so I am guessing it's a pretty nice bum....................... Amazing, I have made you blush! This is so much fun....... Let's see if I get another shade of red out of you."

She is right, I can actually feel my cheeks burning. But am I blushing with embarrassment or desire?

"Which one of those plugs and prods in your little purse do you like the best?............... Oh god, it worked, you are appreciably redder...............how marvelous! By the way Hank, these are all hints that I am dropping here, so jump in any time."

"The black wiggly thing is the best. That bend at the end and the kink in the middle both seem to work my prostate really well."

"And it has a nice handle if you want to push it in and out." She wraps her fingers around the T shaped handle, simulating what she has just described. "Since you apparently don't take hints, I'll broach the topic. How about we both get it in the bum tonight? She laughs, waving it in my face. "Will you let me put this in you?"

"No boundaries!" I laugh, and pump my fist in the air, before assuming a doggie position and thrusting my ass out while spreading my knees wide.

This brings peels of laughter from Miriam and she responds with her perfectly manicured fingers closing into a fist, "NO BOUNDARIES!".

I feel the warm palms of her hands on my butt cheeks, but they quickly lift away. And now her fingertips softly trace the welts on my ass.

"Oh baby, did I do that?"

She tenderly kisses each welt, pressing her full, bruised lips against them.

Her palms then return to my cheeks and push them apart as her nose and lips begin to explore my ass crack, nuzzling my anus and then I feel her tongue lick the length of my perineum before starting to work its way toward my sphincter.

Knowing the wonders of this woman's tongue, I push my sphincter out, trying to relax it at the same time. She probes, then licks, probes, then licks and I can feel it getting wet and sloppy from her ministrations.

I want to watch, but I look over my shoulder and cannot see anything but her rump up in the air behind mine and the top of her head moving up and down between them as she works my ass.

But ooooohhh that tongue! She begins rimming my sphincter muscle in earnest. Then she spreads me even wider, closes her lips around the ring of my anus and begins to suck in and out, as her tongue continues to probe into me.

All too soon she pulls back and announces that she thinks I am ready.

I hear the sharp crack as she pops opens the tube of lube. I jump and clench a bit as she smears the cool lubrication across my warm and excited asshole.

Next, she generously coats my perineum, balls and cock as well. One hand stays busy with all my hanging bits as she slides a finger into me and she begins to explore my rectum. She roams around its perimeter, stroking, pushing and releasing.

"You like that baby?"

"Yes, I do, you seem to know what you are doing."

"Only intent on repaying your magic fingers"

"No boundaries?" I ask.

"Absolutely none."

"This was long before any of the roads we have gone down tonight had appeared. At the bar I noticed your hands with their nicely manicured, close cropped fingernails.........."

"And you wondered what they would feel like in your ass."

"Actually yes."

"You know you are a very kinky person."

"Yes, I know."

"Me too. So let me fulfill your fantasy."

She slides a second finger into me. Focusing on my prostate, I feel her index and middle finger pumping the spongy surface, so vigorously that it pushes me forward a bit.

Leaving her right fingers buried in my ass, she brings her left hand up from its work on my cock and balls. Placing her palm on my tailbone, slipping at first from the lube covering her hand, she pushes down and back so that I can no longer move away from the probing she is doing. She grunts with the effort and begins building a fire in my prostate and soon I am pushing back, fucking her fingers into my ass.

I look underneath me, between my legs and my penis has softened as my body's focus turns inward.

Anal play for me has always been in addition to more 'normal', penis oriented sex, like fucking, hand jobs or fellatio. Whether it was at 18 when Renay Thomas poked her finger into my ass just as I came in her mouth or Terri fucking me with a strap on while jerking me off.

During masturbation, I have tried to milk myself with my fingers or a dildo, without touching my cock. A combination of simply running out of energy and a very strange, uncontrolled feeling always have me backing off and letting it just turn into a form of self foreplay.

And those sessions required that I resurrect my flaccid penis, it having been deflated by my extreme prostate stimulation. The same thing is happening now.

I want to be a 'man' for her, be able to be hard for her, but this feels so good. I can actually see some precum glistening in my slit, my penis now completely limp, even though my loins are on fire...........and think to myself that if not with Miriam.............

As though reading my mind -- no, not 'as though', this woman knows me, really knows me.......... and she says:

"It's okay lover, this is for you, I don't need your cock for this."

Her seeing inside me like this is almost as stimulating as her fingers in my ass.

"Let me darling, just let me. I let you."

Yes, she did, when I began fingering her, she succumbed and just allowed me to bring her to climax.

She climbs up over me, her breasts pressed into my shoulder. She puts her lips to my ear and whispers.....

"No boundaries, no preconceptions, let me do you my way, give yourself to me."

I surrender my fears and she immediately seems to know it.

"Oh my darling, thank you."............... She adjusts herself again, now with her chest leaning on me, sliding her breasts onto my lube covered rump and using her full body weight to keep me in place. An ache is building inside me, a hot fire that keeps growing ......................

Those beautiful fingertips keep working my prostate, charging into a secret core that was previously hidden from me.

"I can feel you changing inside, don't be scared, just let go baby, let go, let me milk you."

And I do. It is unlike any experience I have ever had.

She empties me in one long, seemingly unending rush. My urethra feels on fire and stretched by the volume of whatever is coming out of my limp cock. My entire body is convulsing and then begins to shudder until I am finally still.

"Shhhhhh, Shhhh." She coos, rubbing her chest across my back, her breasts pressed against me, their soft, liquid nature, melting me further.

Her fingers are now softly stroking, petting my prostate. It's very weird, my ass has not clamped down on her fingers the way it usually does when I have an orgasm with something in there. It remains loose, not gaping, but relaxed.

Her fingers move in and out easily as she gentles my sphincter and rectum. I look down between my legs at my flaccid, little boy penis. A large puddle of thin, grey fluid is lying below it. She runs her fingers out of my ass and quickly replaces them with the plug.

"Seems like I took a detour, I know I was supposed to just put a plug in you, but I got carried away. We'll just park that inside you for a while."

"That was incredible, I have never done that before."

"I figured as much."

"What do you mean?"

"Straight men are so married to their erections, which as near as I can tell, rarely results from prostate stimulation. I have almost brought my husband to where you just went dozens of times, but until one of us starts working on his cock he won't let go."

I remain mute as I realize she knows I am the same way.

"So where did you learn that?"

"The guy I had an affair with was bi and he taught me how to do it. Gay men are much freer than straight men you know. He taught me how to milk him. Every time, I did it with just the prostate he came through a limp willy." She laughed and then said:

"You want to know the best part?"

"Of course I do."

"I'll bet I can bring you fully erect right now."

"Miriam, you could bring me fully erect on my death bed."

"Seriously. Just as I can have a clitoral and G spot orgasm, one does not negate the other. My friend could still get a raging hard on after a milking and dump plenty of cum into me."

Her squirt has soaked through the towel and formed a swamp about 1' long and a 8" wide.

Dead center in that oval swamp is my little grey puddle..

Miriam takes her magical fingers and scoops it up into her palm, and offering it to me, lifts it to my mouth.

"Taste it, and then kiss me."

I lick myself off the shallow cup of her palm. It's mine but it is not what I expected. It is not as thick as my semen and has a slightly less metallic taste.

Our open mouths meet and for a change, it's my tongue being sucked.

Completely aroused, I kiss her back, forcing my tongue into her throat, my juice smearing across our faces, and we break apart only to then lean in again to lick the remainder off each other.

"I told you." She says in between kisses as she shows me the rigid cock in her hand. "You are going to be just fine for what I have in mind."

"That's not semen!"

"Quick boy! Yes, it is something different. Mine wasn't piss and yours wasn't semen. When you ejaculate it's a combination of semen and prostate fluid. Your actual semen is the thick, stickier stuff. The prostate fluid, just helps grease the tracks on the way out -- so to speak. Getting to play your ass the way you fingered my cunt was an absolute delight!"

"So you were planning on this?"

"No, that was in the heat of the moment. I could see that was hanging you up. Most men are so hung up on having to always have an erection while making love. They need to end each love making session by shooting their jizz out of a hard penis."

"Not all men."

"Okay how often does your night not end that way? One out of ten? Less? Since you are a 'sensitive type', I am sure it is couched in language about getting your partner off first but most of it is because you lose desire and interest once you shoot your load. So come on, how often?"

I honestly answer as best I can that it's maybe one out of twelve or fifteen. I'm a bit embarrassed, as I realize it is just as she said.

"That's not even 10%. So tell me, on those rare nights, Mr Unselfish, how does it play out?"

"Well, we might do 69 for a bit, then fuck. I come inside her and then eat and finger her to climax, sometimes clitoral and sometimes squirting, sometimes both. She seems to like it."

"Of course she likes it. She is filled with desire. She has taken your essence, you have filled her with hot come and now you are eating it out of her hole. That slippery jizz being a perfect lubricant for clitoral and g spot lubrication. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

"My god, you're right on all counts. My "getting a lover off first" could certainly just be another form of selfishness, as she then has to wait for or even endure getting me off."

"By George, I think he's got it!" She laughs. "Wouldn't it be great if we could come in pieces, sharing it a bit more? I think there are tantric disciplines that can lead to that."