Duality Pt. 04: Squirt Insanity

Chapter 10

Priya's pussy in front of him was more trimmed than usual. Her thighs also seemed thicker. Her pussy started to gush again and then stopped. Frank looked up and his brain couldn't make sense of what he was looking at. Priya's stomach and hips, her breasts, looking extra swollen, but then a mess of shapes above her neck. Legs? What was happening?

Then it became clear. He wasn't looking at Priya's body! It was another woman! Priya was sitting on this other woman's face and emptying herself into her mouth. It was this woman's pussy, not Priya's, that Frank had been drinking from!

Priya's stream stopped, and she said, "Still want to call it off?"

Frank's whole body was charged with sexual energy as he loudly said, "No!" and leaned back down. Just as his face met the pussy below him the woman started to release again. Frank sealed his mouth around her folds and drank deeply. As he did so he kept his eyes locked on Priya as she gushed into the woman's mouth. Silence, again, but now he welcomed the quiet noises punctuating it. The stereo effect of twin streams, and he and the woman drinking and drinking. It was Jala, he realized. Jala! He was drinking Priya's sexy friend Jala! It was the glorious chain of ecstasy from his story. Priya was completely emptying herself into Jala, and Jala was pushing her hips against Frank's mouth and widening her legs as much as possible to eject all of her fluid into his mouth.

The streams finally died off and Frank sat back, thrilled with his wife for putting this together for him.

"Now what?" he asked.

Priya sat forward, grinding her pussy against Jala's mouth, and said, "Oh, honey, you don't get to ask that. You're both my slaves, but you are Jala's slave. She outranks you. So, let's ask her," Priya pressed down on Jala's mouth firmly. She winked at Frank and added, "Just so she doesn't get any ideas about who is in charge." Priya looked down in Jala's direction, and said, "Keep that tongue inside of me. You're mine, too, even though I'm giving Frank to you. You can talk when I allow you to remove your tongue from me."

Frank heard Jala moan. A small geyser erupted from her pussy as she laid there, buried beneath Priya's wetness. Frank reveled in watching the rivulets of Priya's squirt dripping down, all over Jala's body. Her breasts were dappled in droplets that met each other and formed streams which dripped down her breasts and pooled at her stomach.

"Give him one more squirt, Jala," demanded Priya. "Frank, open up!"

Frank leaned down and watched as Jala's hips thrust forward once more. Her pussy pulsed, but nothing came out.

"Jala, if you want to get up, you have to give him another drink! Frank, tell her how thirsty you are," said Priya as she rubbed Jala's breasts and put more weight on her face.

Frank watched Priya's pussy lips splaying around Jala's mouth. "Jala, please! I'm so thirsty for you!" he said loudly.

He leaned down and put his mouth in front of Jala's pussy. Her legs widened and shook a few times. Her pussy pulsed, and finally a stream shot out of her and into Frank's mouth. That cucumber-y taste was strong, but now Frank was excited because he understood it was her unique flavor that set her aside from his wife! He swallowed it and smiled, sitting back again, as Priya finally raised up, exposing Jala's smiling face.

Jala sat up, and Priya stood on the rug next to Frank. "Now, Jala, what do you want to do with Frank, here?"

Jala smiled and looked hungrily at Frank. "Well, Frank, you realize, now, that your wife and I have been using you as a come toilet all day, right?" She rubbed her breasts with one hand, and another wandered, seemingly unconsciously, down and began to finger her sopping pussy. "We took turns. Whenever she was finished forcing you to make her come, and had used your mouth as a disposal for her come, I would sit on your face and empty myself, too. How does that make you feel?"

Frank could barely think. His heart was pounding. "It, I mean, I don't know. During I was confused. The taste-"

Jala cut him off, "You nasty man! You thought that Priya was pissing in your mouth, didn't you?"

Frank half nodded, not knowing what to say. "I mean, it was just so much liquid, and the taste kept changing."

"No, no silly man. I eat a lot more adventurous foods than Priya, so my squirt has a more complex flavor. I also get near to orgasming without even being touched. Sometimes I masturbated and then emptied myself into your mouth, other times merely watching Priya abuse you made me gush like a fountain without even touching my pussy. Either way, Priya and I both read the studies on your computer, Frank," she crossed her legs and looked at him, arching her eyebrows.

Frank shrugged in confusion, not catching her meaning.

Jala leaned forward, slightly annoyed looking. She picked up a bottle of water and drank the whole thing. Then she said, "When a woman is turned on, her body makes squirt. It doesn't matter if she comes or not. Squirt is squirt, and so long as she is turned on, that's what you'll be drinking. Further, there is always going to be a little extra. You want to drink squirt? You have to take the tiny fraction of the more complex with the overwhelming flood of goodness."

Frank shook his head and rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. "You're right. I don't now what I was worried about!" as he finished speaking he noticed Priya was finishing a bottle of water.

"Now, I see that something has changed, and our little study has shown that you can be turned on even after coming repeatedly." She touched his dick with her foot.

Frank looked down, amazed to see that he was completely hard.

"But," said Jala, "you did insult me by trying to end this whole thing rather than obediently drinking from my pussy. My body was pouring out my finest juices and nectar, just for you, and you turned your nose up at this. So, I think it's time for a very severe punishment. And, if Priya is okay with it, you might receive a very special reward if you submit and obey for the full punishment." Jala leaned over and Priya leaned down. Jala whispered in Priya's ear and both women smiled. Priya nodded and stood up straight again.

"Okay, Frank," said Jala as she got to her feet. "Lay down on your back."

Frank happily obeyed. Jala and Priya both got down on either side of his head, laid on their backs, and spread their legs. They each rubbed their own clits for a few minutes, and then gushed all over Frank's face. He opened his mouth to drink, but through a whining moan heard Jala shout, "No! Mouth closed!"

He shut his mouth and let the women drench him. The flood stopped, and he sat up, smiling as he saw that his dick was even harder now. He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it up and off of his forehead where it had become matted with squirt. He noticed his entire head was soaked as if he'd just come out of a pool. He looked at Jala expectantly.

"Oh, Priya, look. He looks happy. I don't think that was really a good punishment," said Jala and she whispered in Priya's ear again.

Priya left the room and came back with a punch bowl and set it on the floor. Jala got up and squatted above it.

She spread her pussy lips open, showing Frank her pink inside, and said, "Okay, now, you were thinking if I'm not coming then it's pee? Well, guess what?" she moaned slightly and her pussy pulsed, and then she absolutely emptied herself into the punch bowl. Next, she moved to the side and spit into it, and smiled up at Frank.

"There we go, Priya. Now he looks apprehensive. This is a punishment. He doesn't know if we're going to make him drink a big bowl of piss and spit or not."

Priya grinned and took Jala's place, squatting over the bowl. She, too spread her pussy lips to make sure Frank saw as her pussy tensed and released a few times, making it clear she wasn't coming, she was just deliberately draining herself. After the third tensing of her pussy it gushed into the bowl for a long time, and then she took her turn spitting into it.

Both women sat on the couch, then and Jala said, "Okay, Frank, honey, darling, the ball is in your court. If you drink this whole bowl without complaint, and without vomiting, you can do whatever you want to us as a great finale. If not, the game ends here.

Frank rubbed his chin. He approached and picked up the punch bowl. Holding it up to the light he could see it was cloudy, and had the women's spit floating on the top. It also had a very faint yellow tint to it.

Could he do it? What was it? What would it taste like? If it was piss, he would throw up. He knew it. He became painfully aware of the ache of his extremely hard cock. He couldn't decide. It was a bizarre Yin and Yang mixture of a sexual nightmare, and his ultimate sexual dream blurring together. Then he lowered the bowl, and the two stunning nude women came into view. Jala was slightly thicker than Priya, and she had a very soft, pretty face. Yet she had fierce eyes that reminded him of an Indian tigress. Jala leaned down and licked Priya's breast as Priya responded by reaching behind and under Jala's ass to toy with her pussy. Both women turned to him with hungry, pleading eyes.

Her words from earlier played in his head again: you can do whatever you want to us....

That was it. That was all he needed to see. He tipped the punch bowl forward and started to drink. The spit hit his lips first and foamed into his mouth. He swallowed this on the wave of liquid that followed and bore it. He tried not to think about the flavor. It didn't matter. It was worth it. He chugged and chugged, but the urge to bring his attention to the taste was too strong. He focused on it intensely as he forced himself to keep drinking. The liquid was sloshing around as he tilted the bowl, challenging his resolve to keep going. It dawned on him that, despite all logic, this wasn't piss! It tasted smooth and creamy. There were hints of earthiness, a bit of sharpness, Jala's sour cucumber flavor, and Priya's vaguely savory type flavor, and the faintest scent of ozone, but overall it was absolutely delightful. The smooth and pleasant flavors and scents were very much the dominant ones, and the others mere interesting background.

"Ah!" he said as he finished the bowl and set it down.

"You loved it, didn't you?" asked Jala.

Before he could respond Priya chimed in, "Frank, how do you think we are able to produce so much liquid so quickly? It's the squirt process! A woman's body would normally take hours to refill, but when a squirter gets hot her pussy fills up much more rapidly. You need to trust me more!" she finished, smiling at him lovingly.

The mask was falling off, and Priya was showing how much she adored him, which was obviously why she set all of this up.

"It was delicious! I'm sorry for doubting you, Jal-" he caught himself, and said, "I'm sorry, Mistress Jala."

Jala laughed, and then said, "Okay, so what now? You be the master, now, Frank."

Frank was filled with sexual energy as he fell on top of Jala and began kissing her passionately. One of his hands slid between her legs and he entered her with his fingers. Then he removed them and shoved them into Priya's mouth as she eagerly sucked on them. Then he guided Priya down onto the floor and pushed her face into Jala's pussy. He pushed against the back of Priya's head and roughly moved it side to side against Jala's folds.

"Put your tongue inside of her," he commanded and delighted as he watched his wife's tongue slide out and into her friend's body.

Frank pushed his dick into Priya's pussy and started fucking her from behind. He looked over Priya's back to see Jala nearing orgasm but not quite there. Wanting to help her along, he grabbed Priya by the hair and used this grip to move her head back and forth, manually and deeply fucking Jala with his wife's tongue.

He heard Priya moan into Jala's pussy, so he put the punch bowl beneath her and pulled his dick out of her.

"Let it out, Priya!" he demanded, and Priya's pussy erupted, sending a strong stream into the punch bowl below.

"I'm coming!" shouted Jala as she writhed and bucked her hips against Priya's mouth.

"Keep it in your mouth, Priya! Don't swallow it!" said Frank.

At that exact moment, Jala poured herself into Priya's mouth so rapidly it looked like a cup of water being spilled.

"Spit it into the bowl," said Frank.

Priya finished letting her own pussy drain into the bowl as Frank watched the clear droplets flooding in and out of her folds and dripping off of her bush and into the bowl. Then Priya moved down and spit Jala's offering into it, too. Jala laid on the couch, shaking, legs twitching, eyes closed in post orgasmic bliss. Frank moved over and began to kiss Jala.

He stopped for a moment and said, "Priya, drink the bowl!"

Priya smiled and picked up the bowl, sat back, and started to drink. To Frank's surprise, he regretted his demand and decided he wanted the lady juice mixture.

"Never mind, give it to me!" he said.

Priya made a playful pout face and handed it to him. Frank drank the whole thing rapidly, and then told Jala to stand up. He laid on the couch and said, "Jala, sixty-nine me."

Jala obeyed and mounted his face with her pussy, and slid his cock into her mouth and began moving her head up and down.

Frank turned his head and, speaking around Jala's ample buttocks, said, "Priya, stand above us and completely empty your squirt onto us!"

He dove in and started tongue fucking Jala as he was aware in his perepheral vision that Priya was moving into position above them. First she angled herself and gushed all over Jala's ass, causing the fluid to pour down her ass crack and into Frank's mouth. Then she sprayed directly onto Frank's face. Next she moved down the couch and squirted onto Frank's dick as it slid in and out of Jala's mouth. At that exact moment, Jala started to come and released her nectar into Frank's mouth, and Frank exploded, sending a huge load of his come into Jala's mouth.

Frank tapped Priya's leg. When she looked at him he pointed at Jala. Priya caught his meaning and said, "Jala, don't swallow it!"

Frank laid there, coming into Jala's mouth in a few more hefty pulses from his dick, and let her shaking legs relax as the orgasm shook her and absolutely drained her pussy for him. He swallowed her tasty, sour squirt voraciously.

After that he let his head fall back onto the couch and took a deep breath, smiling to himself. Jala waited, every now and then a drop would come from her pussy and fall onto Frank's face. At last he tapped her ass with his hand, signaling to her that she was free to get up. She did so and turned around and sat on the couch. She looked deeply satisfied, her face flushed and relaxed.

"Now, Jala, I think Priya would love it if you shared my come with her," said Frank.

Priya beamed with excitement and sat down next to Jala and opened her mouth. Jala spit Frank's come into Priya's mouth.

"Jala, don't you want to drink some of my come?" asked Frank as he sat up on the couch watching them.

Jala grinned and said, "I was actually really disappointed that you told me to give it to Priya in the first place!" and she opened her mouth. Priya spit about half of the come and spit mixture back into Jala's mouth.

"Now, both of you swallow, and then kiss," commanded Frank.

The women did so, and Frank found himself rock hard again, blowing his mind. He jerked off as he watched them kissing, his white cream all over their lips and tongues. He stood up and fucked each one of their mouths, and then said, "On your knees, ladies."

They both got onto the floor on their knees and opened their mouths, sticking out their tongues. Frank jerked off and gave them each a pump of his white, thick load from his dick and said, "Don't swallow. Now kiss again."

He watched as they sloppily kissed, his come dripping in and out of their mouths and down their chins. He watched, delighted, as they cleaned each other up, and finally swallowed all of his come between them.

Chapter 11

After a group shower full of fun and laughter, some teeth brushing, and dressing again, the three sat at the dining room table, eating some delicious rogan josh that Jala had brought.

"This is spicy!" said Priya as she reached for a glass of water.

Jala laughed and said, "See, Frank? This is why I taste so much more intense than poor, sensitive Priya. I eat spicy food all the time."

Jala and Frank chuckled together as Priya rolled her eyes and drank her water.

"So, Frank, I think we merged your two personalities," said Priya once she had composed herself.

"How's that?" asked Frank.

"Well, you were Dr. Mild and Mr. Freak before, because you were either pretty tame sexually, or, when you were not masturbating, you were a total freak for squirt. Now we figured out that you love squirt all the time, you just had to discover that for yourself by pushing your limits!"

Frank nodded in agreement and sat, thinking for a moment. Then he said, "You know, Jala, I had a dream that I was reading your mind and you were thinking about me drinking your squirt. And I didn't even know you were a squirter! Isn't that crazy?" asked Frank as he grabbed some naan and put it on his plate.

Jala finished chewing the bite of food in her mouth, took a drink, and then responded, "Frank, how is that surprising? You knew I picked the name Jala when I moved to America because my original name was always mispronounced by everyone here. You should have guessed."

"How?" asked Frank.

Jala shook her head and looked to the side in playful mock annoyance.

Priya chimed in and said, "Frank, Jala means water!"