There had been much discussion about squirting lately and it was a mystery to me. Mike had a couple of exes that squirted and we decided we were going to see whether I could do it. It was planned for over a month ago, but things came up, like football most times.
This is a true account of our "research" today when we both had the day off.
I woke, had a nice long hot bath, shaved, showered off, and dressed in shorts and a t shirt.
When Mike got back from a run with the dogs, I fixed a late breakfast while he showered and dressed in jeans shorts and t shirt and then we ate.
I was so nervous and excited about what the day would hold in store and couldn't help being a bit envious of Mike's calm demeanor. He had to have been thinking of what was going to happen. He had been online more in the last couple weeks than he is in a year, it seemed, intently reading and taking notes.
It was about 10:30, when Mike said it was time to begin. I put towels on the bed over an extra mattress pad and then put a fitted sheet over. After hearing about and seeing some things, I wanted to be ready because I did not know what to expect. While I used the bathroom, he put a floodlight bulb in the dresser lamp and moved the whole dresser over so that the big mirror faced the bed.
This was the extent of what I knew was going on. See, before we had just tried following a video instruction and a couple of other tips, and while the orgasms were great, there was no squirting. Mike had then decided we would make a concentrated effort this time, but, I was not told any details. This was fine. I trust him completely and knew this was going to be a great time even if there was no squirting. But, I wanted to be prepared the best I could to observe and understand what was happening if there was.
When I got back, I was told to take off my clothes, and then I was tied with some of my old stockings to a ceiling hook with my arms raised, and blindfolded. I love being like this (when the room is warm enough), the anticipation and having no idea what is going to happen next is a huge thrill.
I found out soon enough and felt our horsehair flogger. This is probably the most sensuous toy we have. It is like being caressed with hundreds of feathers with a lot of pressure. It has a ball bearing in the handle and Mike has this way of twirling it in the fashion of a fan motor.
He started out slow and very light where I was hardly feeling it. All over my body from the neck down. Gradually increasing speed and force, he then concentrated on one area for minutes at a time waking it up with maddening tingles. It felt so good on each place he worked over.
When he brought the flogger up between my legs, I opened them wider and gasped at the sensations. With each up sweep, the hairs spread the wetness that had begun dripping over my tummy and I pushed my hips out for more.
I would have liked to stay like this for much longer, but I had been in this position for a while now and my body was tiring. Mike knew this and lowered my arms but kept my wrists tied. He helped me to the bed and then attached the stockings to one of the headboard posts lying on my tummy and then he left for a minute. When he got back, I heard some drawers opening and closing and then smelled matches being lit and asked what he was up to and got a sharp slap on the ass and told to keep quiet.
After another minute, I felt a splash of liquid heat on my back. He was using one of our play candles and drizzling the wax in long lines. These candles are made of a low melting temperature soy material so it feels very hot without chance of burning the skin. Just as I was starting to really enjoy the sensations, I felt splashes of liquid cold as he was holding dripping ice over me. A couple minutes of this had me shivering from the chill of the water dripping over my legs and ass and back.
Then his hands were on me rubbing the wax and the drops of water into my skin and I was sighing with the pleasure of his touch. The candle wax is not like others, the drippings become like a silky skin lotion and I was enjoying the feel of it being rubbed in.
After a few minutes of the massaging, he started spanking me. It was very light at first then gradually increasing in strength until after several minutes I was groaning with the heat and sting spreading throughout my ass. Then he stopped and gently rubbed the cheeks. Moving in widening circles, his fingers of one hand started to dip down to my pussy and I felt like an electric current jolted me. I was so lost in all the sensations going on since being put on the bed that somehow I had not noticed just how aroused I was. My legs spread wide as his palm cupped the lips and I felt how wet I was against him. Then he took his hand and rubbed it over my ass soothing the hot skin with my seeping juices.
His hands pulled away and then I felt the hot wax drizzling over my skin again. A few streaks of wax later, I felt the ice dripping. Then I heard a drawer opening and next I felt the leather of a paddle on my ass as he renewed the heat of the previous spanking. A couple minutes later it was ice again. On and on this went with him randomly varying the application of the liquid heat, the liquid cold, and the stinging heat. I was so close to the edge of orgasm, yet he would not stay with any sensation long enough for it to happen. I was going crazy and pleading him to fuck me, or do something, anything to let me cum. But, he just chuckled and told me to remember the experiment. I growled my frustration and he continued the exquisite torment.
Finally, after an endless amount of this "torture", I was turned over on my back, which, with the way I was tied to just the one post, was easily accomplished. I know he wanted to work on the front of me now, but, there was no way I was going to last much longer. I had been teetering on the edge of orgasm too long. I was trembling with arousal and moaning in anticipation, when I heard the sound of one of my vibrators turned on. Then the blindfold was taken off and as I adjusted to the glare of the light, Mike took a scissors and cut the stocking restraints.
Before I could get used to the freedom, I felt the vibrator running over my nipples for a bit. This just felt so good that I thought I was going to cum just from that until he started trailing it down toward my pussy. Before it reached there, I felt the beginnings of the orgasm and started babbling something I think and moaning out of the increasing ecstasy. When the vibrator touched my clit, I felt the rush of orgasm and it was coming fast. This was going to be a big one. I just knew I was going to squirt after all this. I leaned even further forward so I could watch in the mirror by the bed.
When the wave broke, I yelled and thrashed and Mike kept the slight pressure on my clit as the orgasm hit. I quickly thought to reach down pulling on the outer lips spread myself as open as I could.
I had never seen myself orgasm, and with the floodlight showing everything in detail in the mirror, it was amazing to see. I felt the spasming muscles and I could see with each contraction. a glop of frothy like cum oozed and I was panting and yelling because of how great it felt.
When it was finally over, my whole chest looked red with my nipples as hard as I could remember seeing them. My pussy was swollen, the lips very dark pink and puffed out, and the whole area wet with the bed beneath me soaked.
As I started to get my breath back, I told Mike that I guess I was just not a squirter. I had just cum harder than I ever had after nearly 2 hours of play and it did not happen.
He just smiled and told me that we weren't finished.
He gave me no time to wonder what he meant. With that comment, he had sat down and was pulling me over his lap and got the leather paddle that he had put on the dresser.
I barely even felt the spanks but knew they had to be pretty forceful. I didn't care. though, as I was groaning from the sparks of electric pleasure that each spank sent directly to my clit. I felt no pain. With each slap, I lifted my ass up the best I could, moaned, and then pushed down and wiggled on the hard cock beneath me. As the spanking continued, I began to feel the sting, but, that and the heat seemed to be going directly through my groin to my pussy and I also felt another orgasm coming on quickly. I was no longer lifting up as much and mostly squirmed to get any friction I could. This was when he stopped and, as I protested in frustration, he helped me up and back on the bed.
I was in the same position as before, but not tied this time. I hissed a bit at the contact of my sore ass with the bed. The wet sheet beneath me began to alleviate that and it started feeling good. I bunched the pillows behind my back to see what he was going to do.
As I was squirming, Mike stood between my legs again and slapped my pussy a few times. I yelped with the slight sting of each wet smack and also tried to raise up for more. Then he eased his fingers inside and started rubbing my g spot with bent fingers and then began an in and out movement with the fingers.
I started moving my hips in circles and watched as my juices coated his hand when his fingers pulled to the front with the rubbing motions. Without thinking of it, my hands had started rubbing my tits and pinching and pulling my nipples that were still very hard and sensitive.
It could only have been a minute or two most when I started feeling the orgasm wave building. This, though, seemed to be starting with the intensity that the other left off. I was saying all kinds of stuff that was some very explicit encouragement.
My whole body seemed to be compressing on itself like a huge spring. Every nerve felt like it was connected to my clit which began to feel enormous. My hands wouldn't work on my tits for me anymore so I just let them grab the sheet as I felt myself actually shaking from the tension which was building to an excruciating level.
Suddenly, I felt a couple more slaps on the top of my pussy and the vibrator being put above the clit. At the same time, he was doing this, I felt something that I never had before during orgasm. The extremely frantic need to pee. I fought the urge to keep myself from stopping it. That was when the spring snapped. I screamed out as the massive wave broke. My body arched up, every muscle seemed to contract, and as it did so, I felt like a water balloon in my pussy had burst and as it did, I felt the liquid rush out in a huge spurt. With that, came an orgasm of such intensity that dwarfed the previous one.
I wish I could say I saw it in detail, but, I saw none of it. My vision had gone all white and I saw nothing for what seemed like ten minutes. Mike said it was more closer to 10 seconds.
When I could see again, my post orgasmic body looked the same as before except I was covered in a film of sweat, too. The bed had a wet area that extended a couple feet from me. Mike's hand was dripping. My body felt like it had no muscles in it. My breathing was still ragged. All I wanted was sleep.
I fought to stay awake since this was what we had been waiting weeks for. To not just find out if I could squirt, but also to figure out what it was if I did.
I took Mike's hand and noticed that the liquid on it was not slippery at all. This confirmed what I had suspected. It was not, then my lubrication and cum. I didn't think it could be since any I had been producing, had been oozing out like a dripping faucet since near the beginning of when we started this. Expecting it to reek of urine, I brought the hand to my nose. I couldn't believe it. It didn't smell like that at all. I really could not tell what odor it did have if any though, since his whole hand smelled of my pussy juices. So, I did the one thing left to do and tasted it. This, too, was not what I expected. It tasted like slightly sweet water with a hint of salt.
I was close to Mike's body and could see that the poor guy needed relief bad. The front of his shorts had a damp spot where the head of his cock was pushing them out. I begged him to let me suck him off and was given no argument. When he pulled off the shorts, his cock sprung up fully hard and twitching from being let loose. The head was almost purple and a little drop of precum was falling. When I took hold and brought my mouth down, it seemed to swell and get even darker.
He was not going to last long at all so I did everything I could to make it as good as possible. With his cock in my mouth, I started going up and down on it taking it a little deeper each time while my hands rubbed his thighs and cupped his balls. When I had the full length in, I started humming and heard him groan. I came back up and put one hand on the base of the shaft and since he was covered in my saliva, it was easy to start a rotating motion with the hand. As my other hand played with his balls, I brought my mouth down on the head and started sucking as firmly as I could.
After just a couple minutes of this, the head swelled a bit more, his cock started throbbing, and he grunted and filled my mouth with that hot salted cum and sat down on the bed. I swallowed a few times and wiped up the bit that had spilled out.
I smiled at him and thanked him for everything before putting my head down on the bed with exhaustion.
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