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...
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