Date: Fri, 5 Sep 2008 15:19:24 +0100 (BST)
From: Lynne
Subject: Story submission from Lynne - Squirting

Squirter by Lynne Bruton

My name is Lianne, and I had a regular life.

Dull, but regular.

Married to Sam, a trucker on the long-distance routes,
I figured we were happy, but there was always
something missing in my sex-life: I never had what I'd
call a real good orgasm. The problem was that Sam -
who had a cock to die for - really didn't know what to
do with it. He'd fuck OK - and hard - but there was no
finesse; there was no stretching it inside me and
getting into my engine. He loved to cornhole me, so I
often ended up getting myself off, with my fingers,
and it was only then that I'd cum, though nothing to
make the ground shift.

That was until I met Sylvie at the gym.

I'd got flabby after one of our vacations, so I took
to visiting twice a week for a tone-up and a workout.
Sylvie was an instructor and while I wouldn't say she
was dykey, she had big tits and bigger muscles.

I truly don't know how it all began -- that first time
with Sylvia. Somehow what had started as just another
routine gym conversation had gotten round to sex, and
love-life comparisons. She lived alone, but had a
long-term girl-friend, who apparently was great in the
sack, and then she'd bounced the ball back over the
net to ask me about Sam and me. I really hadn't wanted
to put Sam down, least of all to a stranger, but I
soon found myself pouring out my story of failed
orgasms and sexual frustrations like I'd known her all
my life.

She listened, and I found my eyes meeting hers.

We seemed to hit it off from the start, and she didn't
put me through hell on the machinery, but talked to
me, found out my limitations and worked me
accordingly. After a month under her guidance, I was
trimmer and felt better, and we took to staying on in
the gym after the sessions. Sam was often away, and I
figured I'd rather be with someone than at home alone.


Gradually I began looking forward to our after-gym
sessions more than the workout. Sylvie liked to soap
me first, then I'd take soap her, and it was all a bit
sister-like. I was a married woman with normal
heterosexual leanings.

I told her about my self-induced climaxes, and how
mild they were. With Sam I'd have the goodie which
made me happy and relaxed. Sam could shoot buckets of
cum, so often I'd end up blowing him, and many times
we'd exchange the cum from my mouth to his until
somehow it was all gone, though I couldn't recall
actually swallowing it.

    "You deserve a proper climax, honey," she murmured
so no-one around us in the gym could hear.
    "I'm not a lesbian," I said, firmly, and then felt
ashamed of myself for saying it.
    "No shame in bein' a sister, Lianne!" she replied,
a little frostily. "Anyway, how do you know you're
not? Deep down?"
    "I...I'm sorry, Sylvie," I sighed. "Maybe I'd get a
proper orgasm if I was a lesbian."
    "Come home one evening after gym," she suggested,
her dark eyes meeting mine and holding my gaze steady.

    "What for?"
I blushed as I said it, feeling a pleasantly warm glow
between my thighs
    "Trust me," she said with a quiet laugh. "How do
you think we're get you a great orgasm?"
I said nothing.
    "OK, Lianne," she closed her eyes and folded her
arms. "If you leave it to Sam, you'll wind up being
the oldest person never to have really gotten off.
That what you want?"
I shook my head.
    "Spend some time with me in private, and I
guarantee you won't ever regret it."
    "You and your girlfriend?"
    "Just me."
    "I've never been unfaithful, Sylvia," I said
quietly. "Not with a man or a woman."
    "Look on it as therapy."

There was a scent of the orient about her apartment,
heady but comforting, and we relaxed and small-talked,
until Sylvia stood up, took my hand and led me
upstairs.

The room was cushion-filled and comfortable and I
watched while Sylvie stripped off in the bathroom,
leaving the door ajar so we could talk. Her reflected
body in the mirror was impressive, and while she was
muscled more than the average woman, she was still
svelte, and sexy, and she'd shaved her bush into a
heart shape. I guessed I'd better strip off, folding
my clothes neatly over the back of chair at the end of
the bed, until I stood there naked, my hands crossed
across my crotch as she emerged from the bathroom. She
gripped my hands, placing them firmly at my sides,
softly running her fingers up and down the flesh, and
gave me a direct look, eyeball to eyeball, and I began
to melt.

What could I lose? I thought to myself. I might
actually learn something here this evening, and when
she first kissed me on the lips, I opened mine in
greeting, and our tongues ran over each other.

And now...if this was madness, then I wanted -- needed --
more.

I'd never felt so out of control of my body before.
Sylvie's three fingers inside my cunt hurt me, yet I'd
rather have died than make her stop, twisting them
deep inside me, she moved fast and rhythmically
against my G-spot until I was melting faster than snow
in a microwave.

I know I was screaming, gasping, panting, begging for
release, but the bitch knew just what she was doing,
and while I leaned back hard against her muscled
torso, she was dragging me fast into the most
overwhelming orgasm I'd ever experienced. Things were
happening inside me that had never happened before,
and while I didn't understand it, I was writhing and
screaming for her to bring me to whatever climax was
headed my way.

Suddenly something lurched inside me, almost as though
my body had jumped a gear and I know that I shrieked
loudly as I went into freefall. Right now, all I was
aware of was the exquisite pain within, and a build-up
of pressure where her hand was working so quickly. I
was being drawn breathlessly and open-mouthed towards
what I can only describe as a brain-shattering
experience, but unlike any I'd ever experienced
before...and... now...here it came...as she quickly
withdrew her fingers, an arc of pale fluid followed
them from deep inside me, splashing down onto the
bedclothes. Another gusher followed, and then she was
fanning my cunt with her spread fingers, spraying the
fluid all around my open thighs.

My nerve-endings were screaming and I couldn't keep my
legs still, thrashing and clenching and twisting while
she tried to hold me down. My eyes were wide open,
though I could see nothing but blurred movement, but
my mind was frighteningly alive. I wanted so much more
of this. I wanted more now, and she could read it in
my face, as I watched her bring a large, luminous
dildo to me, spreading its bulbous head round the
gaping cavern that I guessed, in my hysteria, was my
cunt.

She was so good at this, so fucking good, and knew
just where to move it to get the best reaction from me
and she got it.

I screamed and struggled back against the soft
pillows, my thighs spread wide as could be while
another arc of fluid burst from me, which went even
further this time. Sylvie seemed as impressed as I was
with the result, it showed in her wide-open eyes and
that white-toothed smile fixed on my wet snatch where
I just kept on cumming.

If anyone had told me I could cum so visibly and so
heavily I'd have called them a liar, but after in a
married life with no orgasm like this, I was solid
sold, and I wanted this to last forever, with Sylvie
caressing me and running her fingers in and out of my
cunt, over which I now seemed to have no control.

Her fingers moved hard into me again, stiff and
twisting, and I realised she was trying for a third
spray, and there was nothing I could do to stop her.
Good luck, lady, I thought, as she began that now
familiar build-up, and I sucked, open-mouthed, on the
room's perfumed air. I quickly realised that whatever
she was doing down there was working. My eyes rolled
up half-closed in delight as I slipped once more into
the riptide, and lost control once more. I shuddered,
hands flailing and watching her work down there, while
I whipped my head back and forth like an robot, until
with a gasping whoosh from deep within me, I could
just about see the spray - less this time -- as it rose
from me once more and spattered on the bed.

Exhaustion swept over me, and she lurched forward to
kiss my lips, but only for a moment before her head
dived, and her tongue darted into me, lapping at my
juices. She had a deep tongue and my crazed mind
drifted, my aching body jerking and twitching as she
made my raw nerve-endings feel like they glowed and
fizzed.

    "You OK, Lianne?"
The voice sounded as though it came from another
planet, and I opened my eyes to find Sylvie's face
swimming over mine.
    "Thought I'd lost you back there," she said as she
stroked my face. I felt fine, though a little woozy,
and there was a warm glow emanating from my cunt.
    "What the fuck happened?" I sighed, aware that my
nipples were very hard.
    "You squirted, honey," said Sylvia with a smile.
"You just experienced the full force of female
ejaculation!"
    "Wow!" I mouthed it rather than said it.
    "Can I do that for myself?" I asked in stupid
dreamy sort of way.
    "Sure you can, baby."

I thought of Sam in his truck, and not knowing
anything about this, and then realised that he
wouldn't know what to do with the knowledge if he did
know.
     "You've got a great body, Lianne," sighed Sylvie,
lightly stroking round my nipples, which would
normally have irritated the hell out of me, but just
now...I'd never even thought I'd had lesbian tendencies,
but then what was normal? When she caressed me, I
savored her woman's body, realising that this was how
I must feel to Sam, and he sure didn't treat me like
this.

I felt good. My body felt good, and Sylvie's sure felt
good to me. I didn't see why I shouldn't enjoy the
feel of another woman's body, and squirting was just
the icing on the cake.
    "You sure that wasn't piss? What I did back
there?" I asked.
    "Oh I'm sure!"
Sylvie kissed me on the lips as she spoke.
    "You came good there, baby. Pure 100% girl-cum!"
I tenderly felt my cunt lips with my fingers, almost
as though I was afraid of what I might find.
    "You want to try for yourself?" Sylvie handed me
the dildo, but I pushed it away.
    "I want to do it with my fingers."
    "Attagirl!"
I'd obviously impressed Sylvie. She was softer now,
and her muscles glowed in the half-light of the room.
I raised my head and kissed her arms, eyes closed,
before opening them and looking up at her through
lowered lashes.

I slipped three fingers inside me, and curled them up,
reaching for my G-spot. I'd get a load of pleasure out
of this while Sam was away, I figured. Lonely in my
bed, bringing myself off to a splashing climax. Better
remember to lay aside plenty of towels, I thought to
myself. I suddenly reached the spot, making my
nerve-ends jump. I copied what I'd seen Sylvie do, and
now she lay opposite me on the other end of the bed,
thighs open and her feet touching mine, while her
fingers reached deep within her. Her face was
contorted, as though she was now in some sort of race
with me, and we both seemed to be concentrating on
each other's face as our fingers worked.

My body suddenly lurched and I had to grip the bed
with my free hand as I writhed, legs spread wide as
possible, and when I looked down my body I was
transfixed by my knuckle joint moving faster and
faster between my thighs. I flung my head back, eyes
closed as I worked.

This was fucking good! Oh shit, it was so fucking
good! Through half-closed eyes, I could see the strain
beginning to show on Sylvie's features, her legs
shifting and splaying
as she heightened her own pleasure. I knew I wouldn't
have long to wait, as the light shudders began to run
through my body, my soaking fingers getting faster and
faster. I could hardly breathe now, my mouth open in a
silent scream, and my eyes almost popping from my
head. I didn't really know what I was doing but
whatever it was I was doing it right.

Sylvie was the first of us to cum, screaming as a jet
of fluid shot up, arced and splashed me, and then
another splash, while I let go with a roar, hitting
her belly with a loud splash. We were both shuddering
and quivering like string puppets being jerked around,
and her thighs tightened, seeming to trap her hand
inside her glistening cunt. I was no better, almost
out of my mind with excitement, and then she rose and
flung herself onto me, her breasts flattening mine as
we rolled against each other, She slid down me and we
69'd, lips and tongues flowing over each other's
drooling cunt.

I was wild. I wasn't me. I loved it. I ran my hands
over her body as an explorer would over a strange
foreign trophy, loving the feel of her muscles and
breasts. We drowned in each other, and I wanted more.
At last I was getting the climaxes I deserved, and
could hardly wait to see Sam's face next time he
cornholed me, and I sprayed a jet of girl-cum over the
bed.

Our sex-lives were going to go up several gears, and I
sure wasn't going to stop seeing Sylvia...

-End-