Date: Thu, 5 Feb 2009 06:42:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Lynne Bruton
Subject: Squirter Chapter 6

I was still asleep in the skipper's chair when Gary woke me as he came on
board, and as I struggled for consciousness, a depression swept over
me. Maybe part of the it was down to the effect that squirting was
beginning to have on me - it was draining and exhausting me. Pain through
pleasure just about summed it up. Maybe also I was low about how this
weekend had turned out.

It was now Saturday evening, and Gary and I should have spent most of the
time in bed, fucking each other senseless. Instead a weird couple had lured
us in and proceeded to lay bare our true sexuality. But, hey, it was all in
our hands. We could've said no at any time.

Gary was a little sheepish when he woke me, and I didn't think I dared
bring up the subject of him and Benedict. Then I thought, fuck it, why not?

    "Sorry, Lianne,' he murmured, beating me to the punch. "I should have
told you."  I sighed, and took his hand.
    "Gary, it's not a problem, for me. Really it's not," I stroked his hand
as I spoke. "But which side of the fence do you think you're happiest on?"
    "Both, that's the trouble."  I stretched and yawned.
    "D'you think we'll ever fuck again?" he asked.  I laughed.
    "The way I feel right now I doubt I'll ever fuck again! What were that
pair like?
    "I don't know what it was about Benedict," he spoke quietly, looking
abstractedly down the stairwell to the cabin.
     "Could it have been his big cock?" I asked, with a little sarcasm, and
then regretted it.
    "There's something about some men!" he cried, hands spread out as if in
supplication, and I felt so sorry for him right then.
    "I get to where something big is sliding into me," he went on. "And
suddenly, whammo! I can't get enough of it!"
    "It's a good feeling," I murmured.
    "And it sort of makes me feel empowered!"  His eyes were bright as he
spoke, and I just thought; how wrong you are - it's the guy doing the
fucking who's the empowered one. You're just the one who's being fucked.
    "Are you and Mel...?" I began.
    "No," came the answer. "Though I'd probably make a move on him if I had
the opportunity, but it's never come up."
    "It came up when you two were fucking me that first day!"  He blushed,
which surprised me.
    "I was concentrating on you, Lianne," his voice was sad. "And I do
still like fucking women, believe it or not!"  I slid from the stool and
wrapped my arms around his neck, my belly up close to him, so I could feel
his cock stir. We kissed, softly and tenderly without any hint of sex or
lust. Just two pairs of lips moving lightly and lovingly. I grasped his
semi-erect cock with one hand and waggled it.
    "I don't think this is going anywhere for a while, do you?"  He gave me
a rueful look, and we wandered down the stairs, stumbling and dazed before
flinging ourselves onto the unmade bed.

We did fuck again of course. We took the boat back to the marina, and I
drove him to my place, where we spent the rest of the weekend in my bed. I
didn't care who he imagined I was when he slid into me, but he fucked me
good and hard.

I decided it was time I touched base with Sylvie again, so I organised a
workout session at the gym, and I hadn't been there ten minutes when she
spotted me and took over my life again.
    "Got a surprise for you, Lianne!"  The excitement in her voice was
almost childlike.
    "Take a look at that!"  She pointed towards the end of the gym, where a
huge, muscular guy was working out. The place was almost deserted, so he
was rather obvious.
    "What d'you reckon to that?"  I looked puzzled.
    "Sylvie, you like women! You've never indicated that you had any
feelings for men in any way, shape or form. You even live with a woman!"
    "I got rid of her ages ago - just after you and I became an item!" she
said. " And he's not just any man!"

Jesus! So Sylvie and I were an item?

She brushed a stray hair away from her eyes, and planted her eyes back on
him. She was obviously smitten by him.
    "His name's Starr, and he does male muscle shows, you know - Mr. This
or That - and he's not a pretty piece of puff pastry. He's all man. My kind
of man!"
    "Have you two fucked yet?' I asked, anxious not to destroy the dream.
She nodded her head excitedly.
    "He's so good, and he cums like there's no tomorrow! And I want you to
meet him and, you know - maybe we could get up a threesome!"
    "Why involve me?"
    "Because you're my best friend and lover, Lianne. Why else would I want
you to meet him?"

There she went again. Lover! I wasn't her lover. I was an occasional sex
partner.

    "Sylvie," I said. "Why share him? If he's that good, keep him to
yourself!"
    "Oh for fuck's sake, Lianne," her eyes blazed as she spoke. "This isn't
love, or hearts and fucking flowers, this is sex! I want you to share him
with me!"

I looked again, as the man worked the weights, and had to admit he was a
looker. If his cock was as good as the rest of him...
    "When do I get to meet him?"

Sylvie had arranged for him to stay on after she'd closed up for the
night. She called out to him, and he turned, and he really was a good
looker. He strolled down the floor to us and she introduced him to me, and
I had that strange feeling I rarely get when I meet a man - my cunt
puckered. Or at least it felt like it did.
    "So you're Lianne," he murmured, taking my entire body in with a long
sweep of his eyes.
    "And you're Starr," I replied. "Are you big all over?"
    "I think I can make your eyes water," came the reply. "Are you big all
over?"  I gave him a cool smile.
    "I think I can handle whatever you've got."  He laughed, and I liked
him at once, and Sylvie was delighted that I liked him, and she wanted us
to go into the private gym at the rear of the building, which was more
comfortable, and had a bed. Sylvie and I had used it on occasions when we'd
got it on together, and I could vouch for its comfort.

As the last of the clients left, Sylvie activated the electronic alarm
system, and then we all three retired to the private gym. We stripped off
together, and she and I both kept looking over to where he was already
almost naked.

He turned, stroking a big cock that made my eyes open wide. I thought back
to Sylvie's dildo, and here it was again, but in flesh form, and with its
own reservoir of cum! Sylvie and I stood there, like two naked challengers,
saying nothing but just looking, and the only sound in the room was that of
the air conditioning and the breathing of two horny women.

He did everything to us I could ever have imagined and more - Sylvie and I
both squatted on him - her on his cock and me over his lips - while she and
I kissed and licked above him. And then he drove that prick into me like he
really meant it, making me gulp as I felt its full force. While he fucked
me they both kissed, open mouthed above me, spraying saliva while he
alternated between pumping my cunt and my ass. He fucked like a dream -
mean and heavy like he knew exactly how a woman needed to be fucked. No
half-measures and he had the stamina of a stallion. And then Sylvie told me
she had a treat for me.
    "Ever eaten a cream pie?"  I told her no, but I'd seen them in porn
films.
    "He's so fucking good at this, she told me. "And he has the volume of
spunk to make it last. It's worth filming!"  She arranged herself kneeling
with thighs wide on the bed.
    "Slip under me here, honey, your head at the other end, facing up," she
said. I did as I was told, and lay beneath her, looking up at her shining,
sweat-speckled cunt, and then back at Starr, stroking himself, legs spread
and ready.

He moved into her and slid himself smoothly into her puckered ass.

She cried out momentarily, and then spread herself a little more until he
was right up inside her, while I watched from below and enjoyed the
occasional splash of juice on my face.
    "It's all yours, baby," she groaned, as Starr's great dick ploughed in
and out of that oh-so-familiar asshole. I held my mouth open while I
waited, thinking back to the weekend and the strange couple who'd got us
drunk. I'd rather it was Sylvie who'd done it to me - though she wouldn't
have had to get me drunk - and my heart lurched as I remembered Gary, and
how he thought I'd been disappointed in him.

Such a sweet boy and such a good fuck, and so screwed up.

Starr was grunting heavily as he plundered Sylvie, and my mouth was filling
with the drippings from his cock and her ass, so I had to swallow
regularly. And now Sylvie had lowered her head, and her tongue was lapping
at my clit. How much better could this be? I asked myself, as I marveled at
the heavy balls that swung just above me. I realised, also, that I hadn't
thought of Sam for some time, until this moment. Could that mean something
significant?

Like I didn't need him or his opinions any more?

Sylvie was really getting to me now and I felt that lurch approaching that
would send me into hyper drive, but I wanted to control it more. I wanted
to come when Starr came. Why was my timing so difficult to co-ordinate?
Sylvie was rolling her head uncontrollably from side to side, yet her
tongue maintained its liquid presence in my vagina, but I knew from
experience that she was out of her head now, the way she was shoving her
ass back hard against Starr's cock.
    "Be ready!" Starr cried out above me. "I'm getting' there, Sylvie! I'm
gonna....cum... cum...Lianne... and...aaaahhh!...!"  All the while Sylvie
was moaning and groaning, her lips moving against my cunt, and my hands had
now joined them as I worked my clit into a frenzy and now I had to let go
with my climax, screaming as the spray shot from me and spattered somewhere
out of sight.

And again I came, and yet again, and not for once did Starr lose his
rhythm, though there was a fine stream of cum drooling down from where his
cock met Sylvie's asshole.
    "Oh baby, baby!" yelled Sylvie through my juice, as she licked and
sucked on me while I continued to shoot, and then the cock suddenly stopped
moving, and stayed there, half in and half out.
    "Aaaahhhhhhh!"  Starr's voice was even more hoarse than before.
    "OK, Starr," Sylvie breathed, as she spoke unevenly, and the cock was
slowly withdrawn from her ass, coated in thick cream that drooled down and
flapped over my open mouth.
    "Open wide, Lianne!"  Her voice came from way away out of sight and I
watched her flex her ass muscles, and then a long jet of cum spat out,
hitting my hair, followed by a heavy sperm waterfall that poured freely
from her asshole, down over her clitoris and on down into my waiting
mouth. It gushed lavishly, and I swallowed greedily, while Starr stood
behind me, his big cock still erect, and looming over my face. He was still
pumping so I got treats from him and Sylvie, as I reached up, stroking it
and feeling the power beneath the flesh.

He gave me the same treatment an hour later, making my ass ache for more,
and then he took it in turns slipping it into us both, one after the other,
as Sylvie and I knelt together on the bed kissing and tonguing.

I drove home, tired but well satisfied, with my cunt aching from sheer
pleasure, and turned on the lights, glad to be back in my little nest, and
alone for a change. I poured myself a large scotch, slumped into my
favorite chair, and closed my eyes. I decided that Gary was going to have
to go onto the back burner for a while. It might give him a chance to sort
out his head, and his preferences. I checked the machine.

Sam had called. It was the usual distant voice, like he was speaking to a
stranger, so I decided to wait a while before I phoned him back.

No hurry.

- End of Part 6 -