Hunter’s Sexy Snippets

I start licking the voluptuous Anna's clit. She comes and releases a torrent of her fluid into my mouth. I am rock hard as I'm drinking from her sacred fountain. I start to feel a gush hit the side of my head, and another the back of my head. My whole face and hair are becoming drenched.

As Anna's flow stops I turn just in time to see Alison rubbing her clit and then erupting. Her stream hits me in the face, so she grabs the back of my head and pushes it between her legs so her stream goes into my mouth, instead. I drink. As I'm swallowing her in gulps I hear one of the women say, "Fuck yeah! Drink all of that fucking squirt!"

I don't know that woman's name, but a moment later she is beckoning me over to where she is sitting and guides me onto the floor beneath the couch. I'm laying on my back as she finger fucks herself and then begins to gush from her pale, trimmed pussy. I drink her and notice her squirt has some flavors and smell I don't like. The rule, though, is if I spit or refuse, or even avoid any squirt, the squirt bukkake ends. The first rule of Squirt Club is no spitting.

These are women who have spent their entire adult lives gushing for men who are disgusted by it. Men who spit them out, who tell them it's gross, or tell them it's just pee. They are voracious for the experience of fulfilling years and years of pent up desire to see their fluids drunk. They desperately need to see someone treat their pussies like a man dying of thirst treats an oasis.

As I'm dutifully forcing myself to keep my mouth open and allow this woman to empty herself into it as I choke down her splattering gushes, I become aware of Selena moving into position over me. She is straddling my chest and leaning her hands on the couch in front of her as she starts to gush onto my stomach. Selena is very pale skinned. So pale that it's hard to even see her pussy in the shadow created by her thighs and stomach. Her breasts hang heavy as she looks down at me expectantly as her stream slows to a mere trickle.

I'm conflicted on how to please both women, but the woman on the couch seems to be finishing, so I scoot down slightly to get my head under Selena's cunt. As I do she lets go and her stream becomes a strong gush as it pours into my mouth. I swallow over and over as it keeps coming and filling my mouth again and again.

"Gargle her pussy juice!" shouts a woman I can't see.

I gargle the fluid in my mouth. The motion forces the slight scent of ozone into my nose and I have the urge to spit it out. But, no. This cannot end. If I choke her down, I will become these women's sexual savior. They will want me to drink them again and again in the future. Can I do it?

Her orgasmic flow is still happening. It's filling up my mouth again. I have to make a choice. I shut my mouth for a moment, the squirt still pouring out of the curvaceous, pale woman above me and onto my face. I forcefully swallow all that is in my mouth. I will myself to open my mouth again, and let her stream flow in again. Drinking. Drinking. The sound of moans all around me as the other women are watching as they masturbate. Drinking. Drinking. Wondering how much she could have inside of her? Remembering that women's bodies can fill up over and over, repeatedly, and rapidly, with squirt, so long as they are turned on.

All the other women are making themselves come, keeping themselves full of pussy nectar. They are drinking bottles of water. This is not going to end soon.

"Come here! I'm going to come in your mouth!" shouts Amy.

I lean up and give Selena's pussy a strong lick from bottom to top. Her natural lubricants slide across my tongue. I end at her squirt hole, lapping at it while it pours the last of her offering into my mouth. Selena moans as I lance my tongue as deep into her as I can once before pulling out and knee walking over to Amy.

The individual scent of each woman's squirt is extremely mild, or non existent. But all added together, and drenching my hair and being all over my body is starting to add up. I need to get some other smell into my mouth and nose, so I jam my face into Amy's pussy as she stands in front of me. One of my hands on each of her wide, sloping hips, I push my tongue between her folds. The taste of her pussy, that sour, savory flavor, and the smell of her, a rich, creamy smell, is like a breath of fresh air, washing away the intense scent all over me.

I push my tongue deeper inside of her, relishing in this haven, this vacation from squirt. She moans as I tongue fuck her, and then move and open my mouth wide to envelop her clit and labia in my mouth. She yelps, and my vacation is over. Shuddering hips, and buckling knees are telling me I'm being called back to work. Her juice starts to flow into my mouth. My mouth is full, and she pushes my head back. She's done. Good. But then I see that her pussy is still trickling. She just wants to see her nectar, the essance of Amy, flow directly out of her furry pussy and into my mouth.

She angles herself slightly and then the stream increases tenfold in strength. It splatters my face. Amy's squirt has a musky odor. Under normal conditions it would be pleasant and exciting, but I'm overwhelmed, so I can barely even handle it. Still, if I don't let her do this, the bukkake ends. If it ends I will be miserable again and unable to work or even cope with life.

Amy whines in ecstasy as she grabs the back of my head and adjusts her stance slightly. I can tell she wants to gush into my mouth, now. I take a gamble. I'm thinking, maybe changing which sense is being overstimulated will alleviate my overstimulated senses. I gulp down the mouthful of her already making my cheeks puff out due to the volume, and then open wide and focus on her juices flowing over my tongue as I drink. Her squirt tastes earthy, and does help me focus, and feel less overwhelmed.

These women are here because of my friend Frank. He set all this up. I was going to support groups for sex addicts because I was so depressed that I couldn't live my life any longer, and the therapy helped. I'm not a sex addict. I went to the first meeting by mistake. Wandered into the wrong room when looking for a depression support group. I kept going because I just like the meditation and talk therapy, and it being about a problem I didn't have made it a beautiful Zen middle road between talking about my horrible, miserable thoughts, and doing nothing. Then I meet Frank at a party of a mutual friend, and he and I become best buds. It turns out he is friends with one of the women in one of the groups named Danielle. Then he tells me about her: she's not a sex addict, either. She is just there for company. She is desperate because sex always, always ends with her feeling embarrassed about her orgasmic fluids. She has friends who are the same as her. She told them about me. Then she told Frank. Frank told me. One night I spent several hours drinking Danielle, and she was so relieved and happy with how this made her feel that she told her friends. I felt pretty good after drinking her, better even than group therapy had made me feel, so, now, here I am, amateur squirt therapist hosting my first group session. This is infinitely better than support groups. I need this.

Amy finishes with me and another woman, who I can't remember the name of, walks forward, rubs her clit, and starts gushing. I am desperate to keep experiencing the tactile sensation of squirt hitting my tongue, and to taste the watery flavor of these women, so the smell doesn't overwhelm me again. For a second I am amused at how absurd it is that the smell normally would be alluring and wonderful, but too much of it, and too long is too strong.

I remind myself that it doesn't smell bad, it's just too much of a good thing. Like dessert can be sickeningly sweet when you've had too much of it. I lean in and lick the woman's pussy as she empties herself into my mouth. Her bush is thick. So thick I can't see her pussy through it. Her stream stops and she presses my face into her bush and I'm gone. paleness. Wet paleness. A mossy cave. Musty, with damp walls, and a secret hole that starts to gush water into my mouth. I'm drinking from the spring that opened in the wall. I hear distant moaning, back in the real world. Some woman, somewhere, is having the strongest orgasm of her life. And then something horrible happens: I come.

Light returns. The spring trickles down my chin as the woman steps back and I'm back in the living room again. The squirt drips from her bush. She rubs her fingers back and forth rapidly over her pussy as another blast erupts from her core. It splatter all over her legs, my face, and all into her bush.

She stops squirting and looks down at me expectantly. Her beautiful, bright pale eyes pierce mine as she rubs her breasts. I know what she wants. But I came. I look down and see Danielle letting my dick slide out of her mouth and flop down. She's wiping the come from her lips and smiling as she swallows my load. I came, and this woman with the massive bush wants me to clean all of the squirt out of her bush, with my mouth.

I have to do it, but after I come, I become completely uninterested in sex. I become asexual. Suddenly I just want to take a shower and get the fuck out of here. But I know that will end everything, and I will be in a depression hole again, unable to function at all. I take a deep breath and lean in and start to slurp at her bush, taking clumps of the soaking hair into my mouth and sucking them dry before moving onto other parts of her bush.

"Get in there! Dry me off!" says the voluptuous woman.

I glance up as she talks and the last thing I see before I'm forced into her bush, up, deep between her legs is her pale breasts and slightly paleer nipples. I'm asexual, for now. Until this wears off I've no sexual thoughts or desires, so I think about why evolution would make nipples different sizes and colors.

Then I'm licking the final drops of fluid from between this mess of hair and pussy lips. She tastes like heaven. She starts to gush again. I'm unpleased by it. My dick is flaccid. I don't want to do this. I have to do this. I press my mouth around her pussy and drink her burst of excited love juice.

Finally finished with me, done with satisfying her long neglected, deepest desires, the woman pushes me back. Then I'm counting in my head and thinking she must be the last. Then I hear Danielle yelp and look down at the couch. She's there, medium pale skin glistening, large, low natural breasts pressed against her abdomen because her legs are spread so widely and pressed backwards so she can thrust her pussy forward. Her stream erupts as she yelps again. It hits me directly in the mouth. Asexual me considers how she could possibly have such amazing aim.

I feel a hand on my head guiding me downward. Of course. Danielle needs to be drank, too. I kneel down and lap at her squirt, slurping it into my mouth like a drinking fountain, and swallowing it, and hating it. It's pretty much just water, as are all the women's squirt, but now I'm not turned on, so the faint sour undertone comes into focus, and the absurdity of what I'm doing.

She finishes, and I lean back. Counting again, I confirm she was definitely the last. All women have been serviced. The women are giggling and looking at each other, smiling conspiratorially. The smell of ozone and musky female fluids is all. I'm fighting the urge to run to the shower. I am covered in these women's juices that they produced deep inside their bodies just for the sole purpose of enjoying me drinking them, and seeing me drenched by them.

My heart sinks. They all drink more water. A lot more water. Each is chugging a half liter water bottle. Fuck. I am fucked. I cannot handle this. They are rubbing their pussies again.

"Lay on the floor, honey," says Danielle sweetly.

I begrudgingly lay down on my back. Intense emotion fills me as Amy sits on my mouth, rubs her clit, and empties herself into my mouth. I'm swallowing as fast as I can the earthy tasting, watery liquid but some still overflows and drips down my chin and over my cheeks.

The second she gets up Anna sits down. she doesn't even rub her clit. She already came, but nothing came out. Now she just needs to empty herself because she's full to bursting with squirt. She relaxes, looks down, and says, in her lilting accent, "Keep eye contact with me." Then she grabs me by the hair and really mounts my mouth, pressing her pussy down against and between my lips, and wiggling her hips to firmly settle it there. I lock eyes with her as she opens her mouth slightly, looking almost sad as her eyebrows knit together and arch slightly in the center. No, she's not sad, I realize. She's feeling the deep, primal desire, the need to fully, completely empty herself into my mouth. She's got her mound pressed so firmly against my face that her trimmed pubes tickle my nose, but I don't even think about that, as I keep looking at her eyes. She looks like one of those classical paintings where a woman's eyes look like they're somewhere between an orgasm and utter oblivion. A slight, short, high pitched sound exits her parted lips. She presses against the back of my head harder, and then her spray begins. She moans deeply and richly. A full moan of incredible satisfaction and relief. The stream strengthens intensely. She is really doing it. She's not holding back. This isn't an orgasm, so her muscles aren't going to contract and stop the flow. She's draining her pussy fluids into my mouth.

I drink all of her as she gushes for a very long time. The other women are enjoying the show, and being silent so they can hear the only sound in the room, which is the strong stream of water exiting Anna's pussy, traveling through the space inside my mouth of about half an inch, and then splattering on my tongue, and the periodic sound of my throat working each time I swallow. I see a look like love in Anna's eyes. That bizarre, mixed up painting look, as she lets me have everything inside of her. Finally she relaxes and straightens her body slightly. Her painting look turns to a warm smile. She stands up and her pussy rains on me for a moment. Looking up through the rain at her, she looks like a painting again.

I think to myself that must have been at least half a liter of water. Then I wonder at my own thought: water. It dawns on me that, despite it seeming like she was just pissing in my mouth, her bladder was completely full of the most pure squirt I'd ever tasted. It had no flavor or scent whatsoever.

My stomach is full to bursting as one of the women whose name I do not know sits down and starts to masturbate. She comes and gushes, and her squirt, as it slides into my stomach as I swallow it, has a very faint coffee flavor and scent. Despite my asexual self, I actually enjoy this.

The other women take their turns sitting and emptying with final orgasms. As each woman sits down I start to notice as I look at their wide hips and gently sloping stomachs that something seems to tell me how full they are of squirt. As each woman sits down, her stomach is slightly pushed out, and as she squirts, toward the end, when her pussy is almost completely drained, her stream will weaken, almost to a stop. Then I see her stomach draw in and flatten, like she's massaging herself with her own muscles to squeeze and milk out every last drop for me. A huge, final burst, long and steady, will pour into my mouth as she shudders with ecstatic release.

At last, the final woman takes her turn, and it's finally over. I sit up and to my great surprise they each take turns passionately kissing me. Danielle holds back, and I realize it is because she drank my come, and knows I wouldn't like to taste my own come. I am baffled that the women could treat me like a squirt slave, who lives to drink pussy juice, and then switch to deep expressions of loving gratitude moments later.

That night, Frank and I meet at a bar.

"You good to do that again, next week?" asks Frank.

I groan. I'm still asexual. It takes hours for my libido to appear again after orgasm. "Fucking hell, Frank! I don't know, man. That was crazy."

Frank takes a drink of his beer and smiles at me. "Bro, they loved it. Said they felt like they were in heaven when you made them come, and when you drank them. They want to start a club for women like them, and you'd be the star member."

So that's how Squirt Club became a thing. 

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 "Get on your knees, Anna," I say. She smiles coyly, runs both hands up her hips, over her ample breasts, and through her hair, and then follows instructions. The second rule of Squirt Club is if I drink all the squirt at a club meeting, then, at the end of the meeting I get to do whatever I want. Well, the first meeting ended with me becoming asexual, so I didn't want to do anything.

Tonight, though, at the second meeting, I made sure I didn't let any of the women make me come. A few times, as I had my face buried between one or other of the voluptuous pale women, I felt one of them mount my dick. That slick, warm feeling of sliding inside of a pussy was incredibly satisfying, and incredibly hard to make sure I didn't come. But I didn't. Now it's over, and I'm more turned on then I've ever been in my life. My stomach is full of squirt, Anna is on her knees and I'm shoving my dick into her mouth.

"Lizzy, come here," I say to the curvaceous beauty nearby. She walks over, smiling, and I say, without missing a beat as I fuck Anna's mouth, "You tensed up while I was drinking you, didn't you?" Anna moans and I fuck her mouth harder.

Lizzy half smiles. She knows exactly what happened. "Well, yeah, I came so hard that my squirt stopped mid stream."

"Well, it's your lucky day, because you can use what's left to wash Anna's face," I say. Anna makes an angry grunt, so I slide my dick down her throat, hold it there for a second, and then pull back and start fucking her mouth again.

I pull my dick out of Anna's mouth and say, "Okay, Lizzy, jerk me off and aim my dick so it paints Anna's face with my come."

She jerks it a couple of times and I explode. The women had been using me as a squirt slave for two hours. I was pent up. The first glob slaps Anna on her cheek. Lizzy moves my dick slightly as it convulses, preparing a second blast. This blast pumps out and hits Anna's lips. Lizzy keeps moving my dick as it stutters out white, thick come, machine gun style, all over Anna's face.

I stand for a second and close my eyes, letting the orgasm wash over me. Then I say, "Okay, Lizzy, wash Anna's face for her."

Lizzy hesitates for a moment, just long enough that I think I'm going to have to start quoting the rules, but then she lifts a leg and positions herself above Anna.

"Let it out," I command, gently, and then add, "We both know you're full to bursting with squirt, and when you come your muscles spasm and it doesn't all come out. So, wash your friend with it, and enjoy the pleasure."

Lizzy closes her eyes for a moment as Anna looks up at her cautiously. Anna turns her head, so I grip her by the hair and make sure her come covered face is directly in the spray zone of Lizzy's hot pussy. Then the stream starts. I watch as it washes my come from Anna's face, and she closes her eyes and lets Lizzy bathe her. I lean in and kiss Lizzy for a few seconds, long and slow, caressing her tongue with mine. Then I looked down and see, to my surprise, Lizzy is still squirting! The stream was hitting the same spot on Anna's face, but there were other places that still had come on them, so I rub Lizzy's pussy, causing her squirt to shower down all over Anna's face, cleaning it off.

Anna fights a little, so again I grip her hair and force her face forward, into the stream. The white, thick come slides down and off of her face, dripping onto the floor.

I pull my other hand back from Lizzy's pussy and lick her squirt off of my fingers. I'm delighted that it has no flavor or smell. I look down and Lizzy is still squirting! I fuck Anna's mouth more as the squirt splatters over both of us. Then I slide my dick inside of Lizzy, causing her squirt to oscillate between dripping down between us on my in thrusts, and raining down on Anna on my out thrusts.

Lizzy's pussy clenches my dick tightly and she stops squirting. "Fuck!" I say. "I made you stop squirting mid stream, again, didn't I?"

Lizzy has her eyes shut as she's still riding out the final wave of her orgasm but she manages to nod.

"Okay, Anna, lay down on the couch. Lizzy, you straddle her and keep your legs wide so she can suck your tits and finger your pussy gently, but not so hard that you come."

"Ooh, this is getting interesting!" says Anna as she lays on the couch.

As Lizzy mounts her, I grab Lizzy's left leg and hold it in the air. I enter Anna and start fucking her as hard as I can, racing the clock before I lose my sexual desire due to coming. Anna moans and starts to rub Lizzy's clit as she sucks on Lizzy's right breast.

"Danielle, come over here so Lizzy can lick your pussy," I say to Danielle, who was watching and masturbating.

Danielle blushes and walks over, sits on a chair and scoots close to the couch, and spreads her legs, presenting her wet pussy to Lizzy who, to my surprise, dives right in and starts licking her. After a few seconds Lizzy starts to gush out around Anna's fingers. A few more pumps of my dick and Anna starts to come, too. She lets Lizzy's tit drop out of her mouth, tries to suck it again, but is overtaken by her ecstasy. I pull my dick out and watch her stream shoot out of her as her hips buck up, thrusting her pussy forward, even as Lizzy's splattering squirt rains on Anna's squirting pussy. Lizzy's pussy squirts for another few seconds, still splattering down onto Anna, as Anna's comes in two more short spurts of streams. Anna's two spurts coincide with another hip thrust. Lizzy finally seems empty, and Anna seems deeply satisfied, and riding out the relaxing end of her orgasm as she thrusts her hips up once more and lets out a final, strong stream of squirt.

I notice Lizzy stopped licking Danielle though, so I let Lizzy's leg drop and, as I enter her from behind, I say, "Anna, rub Danielle's clit. Finish her off so she can splatter both of your faces."

Lizzy moans as I pound into her, and then Danielle joins the chorus as Anna rapidly rubs her clit. I watch as Danielle starts to orgasm, and gush. Anna keeps rubbing Danielle's clit, causing the squirt to splash into countless droplets all over Anna and Lizzy's faces. Anna splays her fingers and presses down around Danielle's pussy, so she can angle it. Now it's gushing directly into Lizzy's face, though some splatters still hit Anna's mouth and cheeks, too. This is too much. I push deep into Lizzy and release my load. I come insanely hard. Just as Danielle is finishing spraying on the other two women's faces, I feel Lizzy start to finally come. I pull out of Lizzy's cunt and watch my semen pour out of her, pushed out by her contracting muscles, and down onto Anna's pussy. As the last of it splatters down onto Anna, I give Lizzy's left ass cheek a strong smack, causing it to jiggle and bounce. The movement causes another thick glob of my white come to slip out of Lizzy and drip down onto Anna.

"Well, ladies? Everyone satisfied?" I ask.

A round of gentle, yet deep "Mmmmhmmms" goes around the women.

As I say goodbye to the women that night and walk out to my car I'm happy. This was pretty amazing. I sit in my car and take a deep breath and smile. Looking back at the house we were in, though, something strange is happening. The women are congregating around the front porch, and someone is standing there. I look and narrow my eyes. Who is that?

It's Frank, and he's handing out yellow envelopes to each woman. Every woman who gets an envelope then turns and leaves. He keeps handing them out until they are all gone.

What the fuck is happening? What's next? 

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 Drip.

The spit slides out of Danielle's mouth and into Lizzy's as she kneels on the rug. I look on, baffled. Danielle spits again. Lizzy cringes slightly. Anna walks up and grabs Lizzy's cheeks between her fingers and spits into her mouth, too. Two more women, who I've never seen before, do the same.

"Start rubbing your clit, Lizzy. You have to come to show us you're enjoying this, or you'll be the spit bucket all night," says Danielle. Then she leans over and spits into Lizzy's mouth again.

Lizzy rises on her knees slightly as her fingers begin to slid in and out of her, becoming more slick with her inner lubricants.

Anna spits in her mouth again, and says, with a sneer, "Your mouth is getting full, honey. You're going to have to swallow it all if you can't come."

Lizzy rubs herself more vigorously, her body moving up and down, rhythmically. She seems frantic, desperate as her mouth becomes more full with spit.

One of the women I don't know leans down and spits. She has green eyes, full breasts, and a fur topped pussy set between large hips. "You better move faster, it's about to overflow!" says the green eyed woman. She spits again.

The white foam is at the very edges of Lizzy's mouth. Lizzy makes a muted noise as she finger fucks herself for a moment, and then goes back to aggressively rubbing her clit. Anna slides a finger into her own pussy, licks her own natural lubricant off of her fingers, and then spits this into Lizzy's mouth. I see fear in Lizzy's eyes for a moment as the spit pool in her mouth is held back by nothing but surface tension. Her eyes say she knows she's about to have to drink it all.

But then, a muted moan. Lizzy's body shakes. Her slight stomach pulls in and presses out. Her body raises up higher, then back down. She's coming.

"Ok, come here," says Danielle, looking at me. As she turns toward me her beautiful, natural breasts bounce slightly.

I am unable to appreciate the sight, though. I have no idea what is about to happen.

"Get on your knees," says Danielle.

I do so and am starting to realize this has to be connected to the weird, private meeting I saw at the end of last weeks squirt club.

"Lizzy, go ahead," says Danielle.

Lizzy shuts her mouth, leans forward, and kisses me. As I part my lips she lets all the spit flow into my mouth. It sticks to my tongue at the same time as it slides across it. The taste is bizarre. I can taste mint, chocolate, and wine.

"Swallow it all!" commands Danielle, "The first rule of squirt clu-"

I hold up my hand to cut her off as Lizzy is leaning back, smiling at me mischievously. I know the rules already. I made them up. No spitting. That's rule number one. I take a deep breath and swallow the mess in my mouth. I close my eyes, shake my head, and smile. It wasn't really that bad. These are sweet women, and I'm thinking they probably deliberately made their spit taste as delicious as possible somehow.

Anna walks up and presses her pussy against my mouth. I tongue her and she instantly starts to gush directly into my mouth. She moans in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah! Now clean me up," she says.

I lick the squirt from the trimmed fur around her pussy, and from her thighs. As I'm giving her pussy lips one last lick, from bottom to top, she starts to gush again.

"Oh no! Another mess!" she says playfully. She pushes my head back with one hand while she rubs her clit with the other, forcing her squirt to splatter all over her bush and thighs.

I laugh through my nose, shaking my head in amusement. Then I lean in, and start licking her clean again. It's a much bigger mess this time, and my tongue is getting tired, but Anna's squirt is one of my favorites out of the women. Hers has a faint flavor of something vaguely like cucumber water, and a matching scent. I lean down and start on her thick pale left thigh. As I'm licking at a rivulet of her juices, I notice out of the corner of my eye that Lizzy is still on her knees. I run my tongue all the way up, back to the source of this divine nectar, at Anna's pussy. She yelps and gushes again. It goes all over my face and hair. I laugh and shake my head again.

"You just can't calm down, can you?" I say, glancing up at her before going back to licking the fluid off of her.

Anna chuckles, smiles, and then closes her eyes and starts rubbing her soft clit, nestled between her pale labia.

I'm thinking this bitch is going to keep me here all night.

I hear Lizzy moan and look over to see the green eyed woman finger fucking Lizzy. Then the other woman I've never seen before, another pale, voluptuous beauty, leans down and spits into Lizzy's mouth. Lizzy shudders as the green eyed woman slams two fingers in and out of her.

I've almost gotten Anna dried off with my tongue. She moans. Not again! I'm not fucking starting over again! I move, lighting fast, and press my mouth against her pussy. She erupts, but all of it goes into my mouth as I drink it down in gulps. As I do, I notice the women are guiding Lizzy onto her back. The green eyed woman keeps finger fucking her, and the rest of the women are spitting into her mouth again. Fuck. I wonder, what's next?

I start to tongue fuck Anna, tasting the depths of her pussy. Sweet, savory, slightly spicy, almost like sweet peppers. She gushes as I'm tongue deep inside of her. It splashes all over my face and goes up my nose.

I glance over and the woman pulls her fingers out of Lizzy. Now she's sitting up and spitting all of the huge mouthful of the collected women's spit into her own bush. The green eyed woman finger fucks Lizzy again, pushing the spit into her gaping pussy. There is so much spit on Lizzy's pussy, hips and pubes that it looks like she's wearing a white thong. A funnel is inserted into Lizzy's pussy. All the women take turns spitting into the funnel, and then take it out.

Anna pushes my head back. As she does I see her white female ejaculate on my tongue for a moment before I pull it into my mouth and swallow the delicious cream.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" asks Anna, her lilting Indian accent as alluring as ever.

Again I shake my head. What the fuck happened to squirt club? This isn't how it used to be. I crawl over to Lizzy and lean in between her legs. Her bush is thick. Now I get it. I had noticed she seemed to be growing it out. She was planning this. Making sure to have a thick carpet to hold all of this spit. I feel a hand push my head down, into her bush. The spit smears all over my face. To my surprise, I'm rock hard.

"Clean her as well as you did me!" demands Anna, sharp upswings in her voice, but still with that delightful accent.

I start to slurp the spit off of Lizzy's hips, but one of the women pushes my face into her Lizzy's thick bush, instead. So I slurp the spit from her pubes. One mouthful at a time I slurp it up and swallow each time. Chocolate, mint, wine, spice. It's weird, but it tastes good, and I'm harder than I've ever been. A hand is forcing me lower, now, and pressing my mouth against Lizzy's pussy, right where her opening is. I open wide as I watch Danielle rub Lizzy's clit. Lizzy moans and bucks her hips. My mouth slides off of her pussy as she moves, but a hand pushes me back into place again. Lizzy starts to come. I can tell her vaginal muscles are contracting like crazy. The spit starts to rush out of her in a viscous flood, directly into my mouth. The flavor is insane. It's the earthy, musky flavor of Lizzy combined with the varied flavor of all of the women's mouths. And I'm drinking it.

Danielle rubs Lizzy's clit again and Lizzy starts to squirt. My head is still being pressed against Lizzy's pussy opening, so the squirt gushes onto my cheek and into my left eye. I'm feeling her pussy contracting more, and I wonder what would happen if I put my tongue inside of her. She keeps gushing a steady stream and I can barely breathe as some of it splatters up my nose. I stick my tongue out, deep inside of this gorgeous, curvaceous woman. The flavor is even more intense here. The musky Lizzy and all the spit, concentrated in this delightful cave for my tongue. Her squirt is going up my nose again and I can't breathe. I try to push back but the hand is pressing firmly against the back of my head. I consider thrusting backward, but don't want to break the rules and ruin this. I sputter and choke. Finally, Lizzy is finished squirting. She moans pleasantly and rubs her breasts as I keep lapping the spit and female ejaculate out of her pussy. I manage to take a breath and am finally relieved and can enjoy licking the nectar out of Lizzy's pussy.

After Lizzy is done shuddering, and bucking her hips against my face, the hand on the back of my head finally moves away. I lean back, smiling. I wipe my face. My hand comes away wet and sticky.

"What the fuck was that all about, ladies?" I ask as I stand up.

"What are you talking about, Frank? You gave us this as a homework assignment last week," said Lizzy. "Remember? You told me to grow my bush, and gave me the rest of the instructions in the envelope."

"Wait, why do you think I'm Frank? You can't tell white guys apart?" I say, trying to make light, despite my stomach sinking.

The women all look at me strangely. Danielle walks forward and says, "Frank, honey, we've known each other for some time, now. This all started when we met in that support group. How could I possibly not know your name?"

Chills run down my spine. I show Danielle my license.

Danielle says, "Well, then you gave a fake name at the support group, and I guess it just stuck. That's what I thought your name was, and what I told all the ladies it is."

A wave of nods and agreement mutterings goes around the circle of women.

"Seriously, where is Frank?" I ask.

Danielle puts a hand on my forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

Anna says, "This is a really weird prank."

I get out my phone and dial Frank's number, it goes to voicemail. I put it on speaker and say, "See, Frank has his own voicema-" but I stop talking. I realize that the voicemail message is asking for me to enter my pin to listen to my messages. I look at the number and it is my number.

I'm insane. I've lost my mind. This won't do.

"Get as many women as you can together. If it's less than one-hundred, you'll have failed your mission," I say. "This was a test, and you all passed. Now it's time for the final phase." 

 ------X------ 

 I am surrounded by one-hundred women. All pale, voluptuous beauties. All masturbating. Well, except for the one that is grinding her pussy on my face, spitting into my mouth, and gushing currently. Oh, and the one riding my dick.

This is it. The Squirt Club to end it all. I'm going to let them drown me, or cause me death by hyponatremia. You know, water intoxication. Or, in this case, squirt intoxication. I'll drink so much squirt that the sodium levels in my blood dip too low, and I die. Or I'll suffocate under all of these pussies and asses. Or I'll drown in a sea of squirt.

As the woman gets up she rubs her pussy one last time and sends a huge gush of squirt into my mouth. As she moves the stream shifts and goes up my nose. I'm sputtering and choking. Hopefully this kills me. Another woman sits down and doesn't even start to grind. She just empties her bladder entirely. It is at least half a liter of fluid, and I drink it all as I watch her eyes close in the relief of release. She isn't coming. She's already come over and over while she was watching from the crowd and masturbating. Now she is incredibly over full of squirt and she needs to empty herself into my mouth.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. My stomach is hurting. Maybe it will explode. Death. But, no. She finishes, and another woman sits down.

"Put your tongue inside of me," she says breathlessly.

I lance my tongue up, into her folds. As I do she whines and starts to gush. The flavor is tangy. But I can't even tell what flavor is what at this point. I've already drank squirt from ten different women, each with her own unique essence, flavors, and scent. I've been marked by these women. They want to keep me around. They love me. They need me. No one else would ever let them do this, so I'm valuable. That, and maybe they like my personality. One of them, anyway. What they don't realize, though, is that if a man drinks the squirt of one-hundred women, he will die. It's just too much fluid. Death, here I come.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Still alive. She dismounts from my face, a trickling stream of her squirt still drizzling from her cunt and onto my face. She leans down and kisses me, and then spits into my mouth. I swallow that, too. She sputters, then. The women surrounding us are getting impatient. They are turning this into a squirt bukkake and are showering everyone in the middle of the circle. The squirt is splattering onto the face, nose and mouth of the woman spitting into my mouth, and it's making her cough and sputter. She can get up and walk out of the circle, though. I cannot. I am the reason the circle exists.

Another woman sits down. I feel my dick slide out of a woman and into another, but I can't see what's going on beyond the big pale ass in my face. I lick her clit roughly and aggressively. She comes and gushes all over my face. I need to make sure this kills me, and so can't just let it spill. So, I lean forward and press my mouth against her pussy and chug directly from her body.

The woman on my dick is bouncing up and down. For some reason I'm not coming. Maybe Frank can last longer than I can, and I am Frank, so now I can choose when to come. More squirt rains down on us. The woman sitting on my face shouts. Two women straddle her back and push her gently forward until she is laying down on me. The two women start to gush into her ass crack. Now the squirt of three women at once is flooding into my mouth.

I'm choking again. Then trying to swallow them again. I feel the pain of fluid trapped somewhere in my bronchial tubes that it shouldn't be. Good, maybe that will help this along and get this over with. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Fuck this. I can do this. I ignore the pain and force myself to stop choking. I don't have to clear my lungs. All I have to do is drink. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

The women all get up. Another woman kneels by my head and is joined by several others. They all spit into my mouth, and then take turns squirting into it. I start to feel light headed. Almost drunk. This is it. I'm dying.

Squirt is spraying down all around me. All over me. My whole body is covered, completely covered in female orgasmic juices. My face is smeared with spit and female ejaculate so thickly that I can see that my nose and lips are white with it. My chest is dripping, and my dick is still inside of one of the women. I've lost track of how many times they have switched off. I ballpark it at at least twenty-five women that have been on my dick tonight. The ladies I know went first, but I don't know where they even went. Now it's all random women that know each other through my women.

I see one woman in the crowd who is masturbating. She has been masturbating, but not squirting. Not bukkake-ing me. She's the one. I reach out and tap her leg and gesture for her to be next. She walks over and straddles my face and starts to masturbate. She comes and nothing happens. I knew this would happen. This is why I chose her. She's the type that gets painfully full of squirt, but can't let it out during orgasm due to her muscles clenching up.

This is why she's perfect. I'm already at the edge, and she is full of more than half a liter of squirt. She's not going to miss my mouth, because she's just going to sit, and empty her bladder.

"Just let it out!" I yell at her, over the din of women's moans surrounding us.

I grab her thighs with both of my hands, one on each, and pull her down until she is sitting on my face. I press her pussy against my mouth. She gasps, throws her head back, and lets loose. It is a torrent. I'm chugging what is coming from deep inside of this gorgeous woman as she moans in ecstasy. Several other women are squirting onto her ant that's pouring down her body and into my mouth. Other women are spitting on her stubbly bush, and that's leaking down for me to drink, too. I feel more drunk