Squirt Club Pt. 03

Drip.

The spit slides out of Disha's mouth and into Priya's as she kneels on the rug. I look on, baffled. Disha spits again. Priya cringes slightly. Anusha walks up and grabs Priya'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, Priya. You have to come to show us you're enjoying this, or you'll be the spit bucket all night," says Disha. Then she leans over and spits into Priya's mouth again.

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

Anusha 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."

Priya 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 Priya's mouth. Priya makes a muted noise as she finger fucks herself for a moment, and then goes back to aggressively rubbing her clit. Anusha slides a finger into her own pussy, licks her own natural lubricant off of her fingers, and then spits this into Priya's mouth. I see fear in Priya'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. Priya'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 Disha, 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 Disha.

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.

"Priya, go ahead," says Disha.

Priya 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 Disha, "The first rule of squirt clu-"

I hold up my hand to cut her off as Priya 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.

Anusha 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 Anusha'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 brown left thigh. As I'm licking at a rivulet of her juices, I notice out of the corner of my eye that Priya is still on her knees. I run my tongue all the way up, back to the source of this divine nectar, at Anusha'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.

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

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

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

I've almost gotten Anusha 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 Priya 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 Anusha, 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 Priya. 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 Priya again, pushing the spit into her gaping pussy. There is so much spit on Priya's pussy, hips and pubes that it looks like she's wearing a white thong. A funnel is inserted into Priya's pussy. All the women take turns spitting into the funnel, and then take it out.

Anusha 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 Anusha, 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 Priya 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 Anusha, sharp upswings in her voice, but still with that delightful accent.

I start to slurp the spit off of Priya's hips, but one of the women pushes my face into her Priya'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 Priya's pussy, right where her opening is. I open wide as I watch Disha rub Priya's clit. Priya moans and bucks her hips. My mouth slides off of her pussy as she moves, but a hand pushes me back into place again. Priya 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 Priya combined with the varied flavor of all of the women's mouths. And I'm drinking it.

Disha rubs Priya's clit again and Priya starts to squirt. My head is still being pressed against Priya'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 Priya 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, Priya 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 Priya's pussy.

After Priya 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 Priya. "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. Disha 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 Disha my license.

Disha 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.

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

Anusha 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."