Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2009 10:50:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Lynne Bruton
Subject: Squirter Chapter 7

Sam seemed quiet when we met at the small caf‚. It was where we'd
rendezvous before we were married, and to give the poor guy his due, he
tried. But it was like meeting up with an old school friend who still lived
across the road from the school, when you've move to the big city. We had
no middle ground apart from our marriage.

In the time since he'd moved out of the house, I felt myself to have grown
up and had been 'opened up' - in more ways than one when it came to sex. I
was no longer just 'Sam's wife'. I was an attractive, strong person in my
own right, with my own identity and frankly, apart from the money he sent
me, which came in handy, I really didn't need him. He somehow looked
diminished as we sat at our table.

He confessed that he'd had a few girlfriends in the time since we'd been
apart, which was amazingly honest of him, but I just couldn't think why
knowing this would encourage me to get back together with him again. My
only thought was lucky them! Girls who didn't mind being fucked up the ass,
and who'd never experience his lips in cunnilingus.

We parted as friends, and with the assumption that we'd both go on our
separate ways, but no divorce until one or other of us met a potential life
partner. I didn't need him to give me a divorce, and I certainly wasn't
going to give him one.

I was going to make him wait.

And now, I couldn't believe I was doing this. It was Sylvie's fault, though
I went along with it very willingly, as one more way of widening my
knowledge of the real world out there beyond a home and an unhappy
marriage. It began with Starr moving in with her and the two of them
becoming 'a couple', though I still got involved in an occasional horny
late-night threesome. I loved it. I loved the hard sex, and Starr's
never-ending variety. At one point he'd tried to get me out on a date with
just him and me, but I felt I owed it to Sylvie not fuck up her act, so I
said no, though I had restless nights wondering what a date with him would
involve, and those nights became intense squirt-nights.

So here we were, on our way to the venue as described by to Sylvie by
Starr.
    "Honey, it's called bukkake, or some such Jap word," she explained, in
the afterglow of one of our exhausting after-hours sessions in the private
gym. It had been just her and me this time as Starr was out of town, and
I'd forgotten just how intense sex could be between just the two of us. I
lay flat on my back, legs spread wide and my whole body sweating, and
soaked in our mutual orgasms, as she explained what the plan was.

I knew that Starr moved in the muscleman circuit, and that they were on all
kinds of pills and potions, and the group he belonged to seemed to have
unlimited access to a kind of Viagra. It was more to do with helping the
volume of cum in the climax rather than in the keeping-it-stiff area. Starr
sure didn't need any help with that, and nor did he need any help with the
cumloads, but he and his associates held the occasional bukkake night when
30 or 40 of them would get some girls and have a splash, or shower, party.

It was something I'd once logged on to with a German Goo Girls site, and it
was very impressive and extremely messy.
    "You sure have changed, Sylvie," I said, realising the words echoed
those of Sam after I'd squirted that first time, but my words weren't those
of disapproval. "First of all you and I have long lesbian sex sessions,
then you tell me that we are - or were - an item. You then fall for a
muscleman and he moves in with you and you become a sexy couple, and now
you want us to go somewhere where men will cum on our faces and all over
us!"
    "You make it sound so weird when you say that!" she cried. "C'mon,
baby, we're a team, you me and Starr. We'll have a great time. Starr knows
all the guys, so no-one's going to give us a hard time!"  She nudged me and
grinned.
    "Not unless we want them to!"  Yeah, Sylvie, I got it.  Frankly it
didn't bother me, having cum baths. I figured that it was all part of
greater Sexual Knowledge and experience, besides which, deep down I felt a
sort of excitement. I knew how Starr felt about us both and that he
wouldn't let anything really crazy happen.

The building was above a downtown billiards parlor. We stepped out of the
car into a warm night, and we'd been urged to wear as little as possible,
which I liked. We heard the murmur of voices as we neared the top of the
long staircase, and entered the main room. It was barely lit, but we could
see there were a lot of men. I mean a lot. They were all in their
muscle-guy outfits, and as soon as we arrived they began to undress. Starr
led us over to the far wall, where there were some cushions on the bare
linoleum floor. Sylvie and I kissed each other on the lips, to which there
was a roar of approval, and then we knelt on adjacent cushions, where I
watched her as she looked at the men.

Her face was like that of a child in a sweet shop, and as I followed her
gaze, I had to agree that they were all hunks. My heart was beating fast,
and my breathing had that catch of excitement in it. It was the same catch
that I felt when I lay beneath Sylvie's ass, and had it pour Starr's cum
down over me. We'd been told to keep our mouths open as they shot their
loads, and we must swallow. They didn't want either of us squeezing cum out
between pursed lips. We'd agreed because we'd both drunk cum - though
Sylvie more than me, and this was just the same, in bulk.

I closed my eyes, mainly because I found the d‚cor so depressing, and
let's face it, Sylvie and I were there to take their loads, not appraise
the furnishings.

And then it started, as a group came and stood round us. With my eyes
closed, I sensed there were three or four at a time, and then the first wad
splashed into my mouth. I grinned because there was something about the
whole thing that I found slightly amusing: it all these he-men masturbating
into our mouths. Like, the thought occurred to me - and I tried not to
laugh - that they couldn't get dates, so this was the only way they could
unload, on their own in bed or in the shower. More cum followed, and now
they were shooting across my eyes, which stung a little, and I tried to
wipe it away, one or two missed my mouth completely and splashed down onto
my tits. I heard Sylvie laugh next to me, and then she gave a groan. I
tasted all sorts - salty, creamy, one or two slightly bitter, but they all
tasted good, and I licked my lips and swallowed regularly.

Without exception, the loads were very impressive. These guys weren't
firing weenies, they were spunking long, thick jets of cum that wouldn't
have disgraced a good porn film, and now I was settling in for the
evening. My face and body felt like it was covered in a film of cum, and I
managed to look over at Sylvia during a momentary lull, having first to
peel away some jizz so I could see, and she looked like I felt - her face
was glistening and almost opaque. She caught my eye and smiled, then opened
her mouth wide to show me that it was full. Right then I was hauled back to
my duties, as a fresh wave of spunk came my way. I now had to swallow hard
- and regularly - because I was in danger of overloading, there was so much
of it! Hardly anyone spoke, though I heard some laughter right at the back,
which for some reason pissed me off for a second, then I realised these
were little boys having a treat, and it was all very illicit.

Poor cunts, I thought.

    "Sylvie!" Starr's voice suddenly called out. "Kneel next to Lianne and
lick her face!"  I shook my head, sending cum flying off my skin, as I
turned to her. She was almost blinded by now, wiping her face with both
hands and sloughing off huge wads of jizz. She rose and came over, then
knelt beside me. I turned to her and felt her tongue on my face, though she
had to force it through layers of the goo.
    "Didn't I say it'd be fun?" she murmured as our lips met before sliding
off, and I began to lick her face clean.
    "True, Sylvie," I muttered back, blowing bubbles of sperm as I
spoke. "I may never have to eat again!"  She laughed and blew a wad into my
face. My tits were draped in curtains of it, and I spread my hands on them
as if to clean myself off.

I'll give Sylvie her due, when it came to eating jizz, she won hands down,
and her mouth and lips moved over me like a soft-nozzled Hoover.
    "Now we get the wine glass," she said quietly as she wiped her lips.
    "Stay where you are girls," came Starr's voice again, and through the
strands of spunk that hung from my forehead and over my eyes, I could just
make out a big wine glass into which they were all masturbating.

We watched Starr bring the brimming glass over to us, and Sylvia ran her
hand down my back and on into my ass crack as we waited.

Starr gave her the first drink, and she slowly raised it to her lips, her
eyes meeting mine over the rim, and took a long pull at it, and then
lowered it, her cheeks bulging as she began to swallow. I could see that
there were tears in the corner of her eyes as she realised she'd overdone
the swallow, but game girl that she was, she got it down, and with a spunky
grin handed the glass to me. I looked down into it, that viscous,
gray-white concoction that somehow contains life, and the aroma hit my nose
first - it was the smell of bedrooms, and long heavy fucks and having your
face right down in a guy's crotch as he cums. And with that picture in my
mind, I closed my eyes and took a long swallow.

I've always been surprised at how sluggish it is; when it comes shooting
from a piss slit it moves fast, like a flash of light, and then, when it's
in your mouth it's heavy and thick and almost has to be chewed. I managed
though, and patted my chest and hiccuped. Sylvie grabbed the glass from me
and took another hearty swig, and that's when some of the guys came over to
join us. This was when I realised that they intended keeping the glass
topped up. Sylvie was busy swallowing as I took the glass back, and then I
held it at face level, while a long, hard cock was masturbated over the
rim. Most of it went into the glass, and a few splashes hit me on the cheek
and tits, but I took the new intake of cum and knocked it back.

The glass was returned to Sylvie, and two guys pumped their jizz into it. I
looked up at one of them, and stroked his ass as he shuddered over the rim
of the glass, and he smiled down at me.

Starr came and leaned over us.
    "Do you two feel like taking on a few of the guys?" he spoke
low. "Nothing heavy, and if you say no, them no it is."
    "I'm game," I replied, and then turned to Sylvie. "What do you reckon?"
She smiled through the gauze of cum that coated her face.
    "Seems a shame not to, since we're here. I'm in the mood for some jizz
the good old-fashioned way, cunt or ass!"  I looked up at Starr, realizing
I'd take him in either hole any day.
    "Looks like we're on." I said, giving him a wink.

Sylvie and I knelt on the cushions and faced the wall away from the guys,
and braced ourselves. We figured they'd shot most of their loads earlier
on. How wrong could we have been?

They weren't rough, I'll give them that, but they were insatiable.

They took us, both at the same time, asses or cunts mainly, though one or
two asked for blowjobs, so we obliged. And the time moved slowly on, as I
gradually became numb in my lower regions, and I could see that Sylvie was
flagging. Cum drooled from her face and body as she bowed her head to the
onslaught, and I think I took it rather better than she did.

At one point, Starr mounted me from behind, and leaned forward to whisper
in my ear. I glanced over at Sylvie and she was just about awake, kneeling
with her head down.
    "Why can't you and me get away for a few days?" he asked. "We could
fuck like there's no tomorrow, girl!"  I grinned back over my shoulder.
     "Oh you mean, you'd like to fuck me?" I laughed. "So what are we doing
now?"

He pumped me good, and I felt his load hit the spot before he dragged his
cock out.

Sylvie was quiet on the way home.

    "You OK, babe?" I asked.  She turned to me, her face weary and more
tired than I'd ever seen it.
    "What do you make of him?" she whispered in my ear, nodding at Starr's
back.
    "I don't think he's in it for the long term," I whispered back. "I mean
you and him."  She shook her head.
    "I know."  She cuddled close to me, and all I could smell arising from
us both was spunk and maleness. She felt good though, and we sat there in
the back of the car, with her flesh felt good against me.
    "Would you consider - just for a while - moving in with me instead of
him?"  The whisper came, soft and low as though it had been dragged out of
her, and though I knew it was going to be the most foolish thing I'd ever
do, I said yes.

She cuddled me tighter as we drove through the early hours of the
morning. Starr dropped me off at my place, and then he took Sylvie home,
where she would ask him to move out.

I didn't think he was going to get a goodnight fuck, anyway.

That's it for now. I've come a long way, learnt a lot, and fucked even
more. And now I was going to move in with a lesbian, as her lesbian
partner. For how long I don't know.

I might catch up with you again some time.

-The End -