Squirt Club Pt. 04

I am surrounded by one-hundred women. All dusky, voluptuous beauties. All masturbating. Well, except for the one that is grinding her pussy on my face, spitting into my mouth, and gushing currently. Oh, and the one riding my dick.

This is it. The Squirt Club to end it all. I'm going to let them drown me, or cause me death by hyponatremia. You know, water intoxication. Or, in this case, squirt intoxication. I'll drink so much squirt that the sodium levels in my blood dip too low, and I die. Or I'll suffocate under all of these pussies and asses. Or I'll drown in a sea of squirt.

As the woman gets up she rubs her pussy one last time and sends a huge gush of squirt into my mouth. As she moves the stream shifts and goes up my nose. I'm sputtering and choking. Hopefully this kills me. Another woman sits down and doesn't even start to grind. She just empties her bladder entirely. It is at least half a liter of fluid, and I drink it all as I watch her eyes close in the relief of release. She isn't coming. She's already come over and over while she was watching from the crowd and masturbating. Now she is incredibly over full of squirt and she needs to empty herself into my mouth.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. My stomach is hurting. Maybe it will explode. Death. But, no. She finishes, and another woman sits down.

"Put your tongue inside of me," she says breathlessly.

I lance my tongue up, into her folds. As I do she whines and starts to gush. The flavor is tangy. But I can't even tell what flavor is what at this point. I've already drank squirt from ten different women, each with her own unique essence, flavors, and scent. I've been marked by these women. They want to keep me around. They love me. They need me. No one else would ever let them do this, so I'm valuable. That, and maybe they like my personality. One of them, anyway. What they don't realize, though, is that if a man drinks the squirt of one-hundred women, he will die. It's just too much fluid. Death, here I come.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Still alive. She dismounts from my face, a trickling stream of her squirt still drizzling from her cunt and onto my face. She leans down and kisses me, and then spits into my mouth. I swallow that, too. She sputters, then. The women surrounding us are getting impatient. They are turning this into a squirt bukkake and are showering everyone in the middle of the circle. The squirt is splattering onto the face, nose and mouth of the woman spitting into my mouth, and it's making her cough and sputter. She can get up and walk out of the circle, though. I cannot. I am the reason the circle exists.

Another woman sits down. I feel my dick slide out of a woman and into another, but I can't see what's going on beyond the big brown ass in my face. I lick her clit roughly and aggressively. She comes and gushes all over my face. I need to make sure this kills me, and so can't just let it spill. So, I lean forward and press my mouth against her pussy and chug directly from her body.

The woman on my dick is bouncing up and down. For some reason I'm not coming. Maybe Frank can last longer than I can, and I am Frank, so now I can choose when to come. More squirt rains down on us. The woman sitting on my face shouts. Two women straddle her back and push her gently forward until she is laying down on me. The two women start to gush into her ass crack. Now the squirt of three women at once is flooding into my mouth.

I'm choking again. Then trying to swallow them again. I feel the pain of fluid trapped somewhere in my bronchial tubes that it shouldn't be. Good, maybe that will help this along and get this over with. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Fuck this. I can do this. I ignore the pain and force myself to stop choking. I don't have to clear my lungs. All I have to do is drink. Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

The women all get up. Another woman kneels by my head and is joined by several others. They all spit into my mouth, and then take turns squirting into it. I start to feel light headed. Almost drunk. This is it. I'm dying.

Squirt is spraying down all around me. All over me. My whole body is covered, completely covered in female orgasmic juices. My face is smeared with spit and female ejaculate so thickly that I can see that my nose and lips are white with it. My chest is dripping, and my dick is still inside of one of the women. I've lost track of how many times they have switched off. I ballpark it at at least twenty-five women that have been on my dick tonight. The ladies I know went first, but I don't know where they even went. Now it's all random women that know each other through my women.

I see one woman in the crowd who is masturbating. She has been masturbating, but not squirting. Not bukkake-ing me. She's the one. I reach out and tap her leg and gesture for her to be next. She walks over and straddles my face and starts to masturbate. She comes and nothing happens. I knew this would happen. This is why I chose her. She's the type that gets painfully full of squirt, but can't let it out during orgasm due to her muscles clenching up.

This is why she's perfect. I'm already at the edge, and she is full of more than half a liter of squirt. She's not going to miss my mouth, because she's just going to sit, and empty her bladder.

"Just let it out!" I yell at her, over the din of women's moans surrounding us.

I grab her thighs with both of my hands, one on each, and pull her down until she is sitting on my face. I press her pussy against my mouth. She gasps, throws her head back, and lets loose. It is a torrent. I'm chugging what is coming from deep inside of this gorgeous woman as she moans in ecstasy. Several other women are squirting onto her ant that's pouring down her body and into my mouth. Other women are spitting on her stubbly bush, and that's leaking down for me to drink, too. I feel more drunk, and heavy, and horrible. And then I feel no more.

I wake up. Was it a dream? Where am I? Water splashes on me and brings me out of a stupor. What is above me? I'm in some kind of large concave plastic dish. There's a woman sitting on top of it and someone is fingering her. She's wearing a blind fold. Who is fingering her? It's Frank!

"Fuck you, Frank. You're not real!" I say.

The woman squirts and I see what's happening. My head is in a large plastic bowl of some kind, with a space cut out for my neck. The woman is sitting on some kind of plastic chair that funnels her squirt down into this dish.

"You fucking idiot," I say. "I already tried suicide by squirt. It didn't take."

Frank laughs and keeps fingering the woman who is moaning in pleasure. "You weren't really trying, though, man. That was a cry for help. This will be actual death."

Another flood of liquid rushes down the plastic. The fluid is up to my cheeks, now, and I can't move. The woman is drinking a bottle of water while Frank takes a break from pleasuring her. I try to yell at her, but she's wearing ear plugs. A homework assignment, a mission probably, from Frank.

"Why do you want to kill me?" I ask.

Frank shifts in his seat and says, "Well, I don't want to kill you, I just want you to know that if you try to stop me, you're dead."

"Stop what?" I ask.

"Look at this massive screen I have set up. I am uploading a computer virus that will wipe out all of the porn in the world from the internet. Then we'll all be free."

I have to stop this! Frank is rubbing the woman's pussy again. He looks at me and says, "All you have to do is agree not to try to stop this, and I'll stop fingering her."

"Wait a minute, that- that pussy is in my hand!" I say, working through the logic of what's actually happening in reality, outside of my deranged mind.

Suddenly Frank's hand is at his side, and mine is inside of the woman above me. Frank holds his hand in front of his face, then drops it and says, "Fine, doesn't change a thing. Virus goes live in thirty seconds."

I rub the woman's pussy vigorously. I'm going to kill both Frank and I! She squirts and it fills up the dish until its over my mouth and nose. I'm sputtering. I can't breath. I'm drowning. I'm dying. In my death throes I kick the leg off of the chair the woman is sitting in.

Frank is drowning, too. He sputters out the words, "What's that taste?" as squirt dribbles out of his mouth and down his chin. He falls over dead, just as the woman falls to the floor because I accidentally broke a leg off of her chair. Her weight crushes part of the chair as it all falls down and breaks the dish I'm drowning in. She gets up, takes off her blindfold and leaves the room looking annoyed.

I'm coughing and sitting up. Clearing my lungs of squirt. Frank is dead. Frank is gone. Several Squirt Club members enter the room, led by Disha.

Disha says, "Oh my Gods! You look terrible! What happened?"

I say, "I'm fine. You just met me at a bizarre point in my story. Seriously, I'm going to be okay, now."

I hold her hand and we turn and watch the giant monitor as the countdown ends and hundreds of porn site windows that are displayed start to show 404 errors, one by one.