The Spirit of Water

"Oh my god!" yelped the Indian woman, "I'm coming!" Enzo felt her squirt hit his chest. Then he felt the woman on his face get pushed forward a little more, and then could see past her to the stunning, extremely dark skinned Indian woman. He got a glimpse of her gorgeous face, brow bent with ecstasy, and her thick, black, straight hair, hanging past her shoulders. She was moving forward, on her knees, as she pushed on the back of the other woman, and she squirted all over him.

Finally, she realized she wouldn't be able to get to his mouth, since the other woman wouldn't move, so she positioned herself so that her pussy was against the ass crack of the other woman. The clash of colors dazzled his eyes, as he drank in the visual feast of the two skin tones meeting in stark contrast. The remainder of her squirt flowed down the woman's ass crack, soaked her bush, and flowed across her pussy, into Enzo's mouth. He had trouble swallowing it, as he was still licking the pussy in his mouth, but he managed. Both women were screaming in ecstasy now. The volume of liquid increased dramatically, and for a second he was confused, but then he understood that the woman on his mouth was coming, too. He drank both streams of gushing liquid at once, until they stopped. The women then started to get up.

"Bitch, it's about time!" said one of the bustier women, playfully, to the two who were walking away, as she walked over to him, "I was about to come watching you, but there was no room on his face for me!"

"Ooh, you better not squirt anywhere but into his mouth!" said another woman who was sitting and masturbating on one of the nearby seats. Her masturbation put a sexy, breathless whine of a pitch into her voice. She had curled, bouncy black hair, light brown skin, and spoke with a thick South American accent. Enzo wondered why some women were obsessed with him drinking them. He was also amused at the revelation that he was doing it unconsciously, and automatically now, whereas previous women had had to coax him into it. He also noted how absurd it was that this wasn't blowing his mind any longer. It had become just regular life. If he saw beautiful women, he just knew there was a chance they'd be a quivering mess of gushing liquid soon. Women melting into orgasmic bliss at his touch was just part of who he was.

The woman walking towards him stopped, leaned down, and caressed his lips with her breasts. Then, she kissed him, and licked his tongue. "Oh my god," she shouted behind her, "your pussies taste so good on his lips!" Her black hair draped over his face, and he noticed she had strands that were brown, as well. She mounted his face then, but just before her wide hips blocked his view, he saw that two more women were approaching him. The woman above him lowered her brown pussy onto his mouth, and he started licking her. He put his tongue inside of her, and could feel the thick cream inside of her that had built up as she got more and more turned on while she watched her friends squirting into his mouth. He licked it out of her, and swallowed it. It was a citrusy, creamy delight on his tongue. He wanted more, so he started tongue fucking her.

He felt something hit his leg, and then heard sounds of commotion. He peaked under the ass above him, and could see the two women fighting over who would get to ride his dick. They were pushing each other, and grabbing each other's arms. One of them managed to swing a leg over him, and slide his dick inside of her, but the other pulled her off again.

The woman sitting on his face reached down and started rubbing her clit, and came with a shout. Enzo licked the small amount of cream that dripped out of her, and swallowed it. "She fucking came!" said one of the women who was grappling with the other.

"I didn't squirt, he needs to drink me still!" chided the woman on his mouth, talking over her shoulder to the other. She looked down, then, at Enzo, and said, you need me, don't you? You're so thirsty, yes?" Enzo muttered, "Mmhmm." through the bush and pussy lips that were covering his own lips. He sucked on her outer pussy lips, and then on her inner lips. She gyrated her hips involuntarily, and whined happily. She was extremely wet, and he went back to slamming his tongue inside of her. The break he took while he teased her pussy lips gave him a second wind, as previously his neck had started to get sore from tongue fucking her. She rubbed her clit faster then.

The two women kept fighting, as they moved to where he could see them. Their breasts touched, as they pulled and pushed each other, and then one of them reached a hand down, and started rapidly rubbing the clit of the other. They started kissing then, and both fingering each other. "Oh fuck! I can't wait." said one of them.

"I know what will make her come," said the other, her pitch wavering due to the stimulation between her legs. She straddled Enzo's head, facing the other woman, and kissed her. Then, she rubbed her breasts against the others, and received a long moan of approval. Next, she angled her legs so that one was over the other woman's and the other under, and pushed her pussy against the pussy of the woman who was already sitting there, and started grinding it against her. Enzo was engulfed in pussy and ass, now, and could barely understand what was going on, since he couldn't see anything. The other woman laid down on Enzo's chest, and spread her legs, positioning her pussy just below his chin, and began masturbating. He felt like he might suffocate, but he figured this was a good way to die.

The woman who was grinding her pussy against the other grabbed the other's jaw in one hand, forced her lips open, and spit into her mouth. Then she said, "You like pussy almost as much as you like dick, don't you you fucking slut?"

"Ye-ye-yes!" came the reply.

Enzo forced his tongue between the two clits, and started moving it in and out, as fast as he could. He felt a gush of liquid coming from below his chin, and then the angle changed, and the stream went onto the pussy above him, and splattered into his mouth, as the woman on his chest started coming. Then the two women above him reached a crescendo, and both started moaning, yelling, and finally, absolutely pouring into his mouth, and all over his face. He drank, and drank, until they were completely drained of squirt. He then licked the cream out of the pussies of both of the women on top of him, even as they began to stand up.

He noticed the Latina woman was still sitting down and masturbating. She beckoned to him, and he stood up, and walked over to her. "I can't squirt unless I'm totally relaxed," she said. "And I want to be a glass of water for you. I want every drop of me to go in your mouth."

Enzo decided to see if he could get her even more turned on, and shoved his dick into her mouth, and fucked her face a little. She made pleasure noises that he could discern despite her mouth being filled with his dick. She rubbed herself faster. He figured he would see if a little more would push her over the edge, so he held the back of her head, and slowly pushed his dick all the way in, to the back of her mouth. She gagged a little, but also was grinding her hips against her own hand, and looked like she was about to come. She needed a little bit more, he thought, so he pushed harder, and felt his dick force past the back of her mouth, and start to go down her throat. Her eyes went wide, and she tapped him on his forearm. He pulled out, and she gasped, and then said, "I'm coming! I'm coming, don't let any spill!"

Enzo knelt down, and put his mouth right against her pussy, and allowed her to come directly into his mouth, as he swallowed every bit of her. When she'd finished, and sat there, shaking, he licked her, hard, from the bottom of her pussy, to the top of her clit. This sent her writhing for a second. He stood up, then and put his dick back in her mouth, and started fucking her face again. The other women gathered, and sat on either side of her. Each was rubbing her own pussy, and some were coming. He pulled out, and slammed his dick into her pussy, as the others watched, and moaned.

He realized he was going to come soon, but he wanted to enjoy these women a little more, so he pulled out, and then went to each woman, and jammed his dick inside them, and gave them a couple of pumps each. Each woman either came while he was doing this, or shortly after he pulled out, as they kept masturbating. One of them started squirting again, and she was looking at her own squirt with a shocked look on her face, right as he was pulling out of her, so he leaned down and caught some of it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

It was time, that pushed him over the edge, so he stood in front of them, and started jerking off. Two of them came and knelt in front of him, pulled his hand away, and put their mouths on either side of his dick, so he started pumping back and forth that way, allowing their mouths to partially envelop his dick. A third knelt and put her mouth so that his dick would enter it every time he pumped forward. He started coming, and the two women on the sides angled their heads next to the third, ready to catch it. He managed to shoot come into all three of their mouths, but then he noticed the other three had knelt down, too, and he'd disappointed them. "You have to share him!" said one of them. The three that had his come in their mouths smiled, turned, and put their faces against the other three women. Two of them let the come drool out, into the mouths of the other women. The third let it slide off of her tongue as she deeply kissed the other. At long last, they all swallowed his come.

Chapter 15

To Enzo's surprise, they didn't immediately leave! They didn't even get dressed. Instead, the mood entirely shifted, and they all became very sweet, and wanted to caress, kiss and hug him.

"I love touching him." said one of them.

"I know! I wish we could take him home," added another.

Enzo didn't know what to say. He was torn between wanting a normal life with Juliana, and the fact that no matter what he wanted, the women who constantly assaulted him for sex always seemed to disappear from his life afterwards. So, he said nothing, and just let things be what they were. He was tired, so he found a blanket stored under one of the seats, and laid it on the train floor, and himself laid on top of it. The six women laid down with him. Some stroked his hair, while others gently kissed him on his face, chest, and even his legs. Some of them made soft, loving noises as they touched him. He decided he really did have the kavorka. He smiled to himself. How absurd! Yet, it was clearly true.

He felt some of their breasts press against him, as some of them were getting tired, too, and were laying down on him. All the gentle affection was making him even more sleepy, and he started to drift off. "I love you, Enzo. We all love you. We need you. We will always be here for you. Sweet darling. Never be afraid. You will never be alone." he heard one of the female's silky voices say.

It made him feel loved, and calm, and safe. But then, his eyes snapped open. What was that? There was no way any of them could know his name. He'd never seen any of them in his life. And why would one of a bunch of women who'd just used him as a squirt slave be saying anything like that, to someone they didn't even know? "Who said that?" he said out loud, looking around. But, while he thought he'd dozed for only a moment, it looked like a lot of time had passed, as all the women were completely asleep. None of them even flinched. He decided he must have been dreaming when he heard what he did. He allowed himself to drift off again.

When he awoke, he found himself alone, yet, unsurprised. He knew the women would leave him. He got dressed, and went back to one of the seats that hadn't been hit with any squirt, reclined it, and laid down. Upon waking up, yet again, it was finally morning, and the train had stopped.

Enzo exited the train, and took a cab to his hotel. After a shower, and breakfast, he walked across the small town to meet with his client. They finalized the contract, and Enzo went back to his hotel, again.

Chapter 16

Back at work the following week, Enzo filled out his reports, and got everything in line for the contract he had landed on his last trip. It was New Year's Eve, and during a lull in his work flow, he texted Juliana, hoping she didn't already have plans for the holiday, "I'm back, can I see you?"

"You know how to keep me waiting don't you!? Take me to dinner?" she sent back.

"Absolutely. Meet in front of my house at 6?" he replied.

"Done, and, I have a surprise for you..." she messaged back. And then, "See you tonight." The ellipses titillated him, as he wondered what the surprise was.

The first half of the day flew by, and before he knew it, he was sitting in the breakroom, as always, with his guys for lunch. They were talking about their favorite books.

"Easily, Robinson Crusoe. No contest!" said George.

"Nah, it's got to be more fun than that! Where's your culture, George?" chided Dave, playfully. "I'd say A Study in Scarlet for me."

"Alright, that's a good one." admitted George.

"What about you, Pete." asked Enzo.

Pete thought for a moment, and then said, "Man, I only read trash. Like straight to the point action stories and stuff. So, you guys aren't going to like mine."

Enzo laughed, and reassured him with, "Hey, my favorite is The Postman Always Rings Twice, so, yeah, I get liking short books that don't mince words on erroneous detail!"

"Okay, fair enough," began Pete, "My favorite is The Outfit."

"What the fuck is that?" asked George.

"It's a crime novel written in the 60's. It's a bunch of heists being pulled off." explained Pete.

"Well, shit, that actually sounds really bad ass!" said George. The other three voiced their agreement as well.

Dave suddenly jerked his head to the side. Something outside had caught his eye. Enzo followed his gaze, and saw a car pull to a stop outside.

"Who the fuck is that?" asked Dave, looking too.

"That's the chicks I saw last week!" exclaimed Pete.

Enzo's heart sunk. He recognized them. The driver was the Spanish maintenance woman from when he came home after work on his first day. He squinted at the women in the back seat. His eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, one was the chick from the airplane bathroom, and the other was the Latina who's throat he'd shoved his dick down on the train. He couldn't make out who was in the passenger seat, since she had the visor down.

"Why are they staring over here?" asked George.

"I don't know, but it's creepy," answered Enzo. He didn't want to explain how creepy it really was. He was deeply unsettled. What was happening? Why were all these women together? "I gotta go." said Enzo, and he stood up and left the room.

He walked outside. The women didn't appear to notice him. Their car was parked about fifty feet from the door he'd just left. Walking faster now, he thought of what he was going to say to them. Nothing came to mind. This was too weird, but he had to figure it out or it would drive him crazy. He could see the lady in the passenger seat, now, it was the South Indian woman from the train. Chills went down his spine.

The car started, and the ladies started to drive away. "Shit!" Enzo said out loud, and he darted over to his car and got inside, started it, and pulled onto the road behind the blue sedan that the women were in. He tailed them for a long time, as they drove across several cities. It started to rain, and it became difficult to see through the windshield. His mind was on fire as he thought about the possibilities of what could be happening. Was he in some kind of pornographic hidden camera movie? Is that why these women kept coming onto him? Were they secretly videotaping it, and selling it online? He shook his head. That was the best he could come up with, though, as anything else seemed even crazier.

They parked on a street lined with cars, got out, and disappeared between two buildings. Enzo couldn't find a space. He couldn't let them get away, though, he had to get answers from them! Were they corporate spies trying to get information from him? That didn't make any sense either. None of them had said anything to him about business. The most they'd usually said was telling him when they were coming, and begging him to let them gush into his mouth and to drink them. Maybe they were criminals who would try to blackmail him into stealing something for them? None of these ideas made any sense, though.

He drove a few blocks up, did a U turn, and then came back down again, in front of the building. Eventually, he gave up on finding a space, and just abandoned his car, and jogged down the alley he'd seen them enter. It led to a solitary door, which he opened, and stepped through. On the other side was a field. It was getting dark. He could see a low building in the distance, across the field. Looking back, he saw there were no other doors on the backs of the buildings behind, so he knew they must have gone to the building ahead, across the field. He began to trudge through the plants that stood up thickly, everywhere, out of the dirt.

It was slow going, since the rain was pouring, and making his feet stick in the mud. He pressed on, as night fell. At last, he reached the building.

Chapter 17

Enzo pulled open the door. He stepped inside, and could scarcely even process what he saw. Ten figures stood in a semi-circle, facing him. They all wore dark robes, with hoods that obscured their faces, and he could see strange symbols painted in the middle of the circle, on the floor. Enzo was terrified, and yet drawn to them, inexplicably. He took a step forward. As he did, he started thinking they might want to sacrifice him. This stopped him in his tracks again. He considered running straight out the door. He wanted to sprint back to his car, drive back home, back to safety. But he realized they had him, somehow. They always knew where he was, apparently. Even when he didn't know where he would be, which bathroom he'd open, which train car he'd sleep in, they found him. He had to know how, and why. Still, he couldn't move forward.

The figures, in unison, pulled back their hoods, and let their robes fall to the floor. It was ten of the women he'd had sex with! The two maintenance chicks, the women from the plane, and the six women from the train! Their bodies were painted along their stomachs and thighs with lines and symbols, and their faces were as well.

"Welcome dear Enzo." said the busty Mediterranean looking woman from the plane. He felt less afraid, now. Their nude, soft bodies melted a lot of his apprehension, and he walked forward until he stood just outside their semi-circle. "You have questions?" she continued.

"What the fuck is going on!? Who are you women, and why are you following me around?" demanded Enzo.

"You?" began the same woman, "you don't exist. Only water exists."

"I've no time for riddles! I want answers!" shouted Enzo, feeling angry now.

"These aren't riddles," she went on, "I'm telling you the truth. The universe has elements. They can be harnessed in different ways. Fire, for war, Earth, for nourishment, Wind, for strength, and then there's you. You're water."

Enzo took another step forward, his anger giving way to confusion. "I'm water?" he asked.

"Yes, and water keeps us alive and healthy. We die without water." she said.

"I don't know what kind of shrooms you women are taking, but I'd advise you get back to reality." said Enzo defiantly.

"No, you are the one who is out of touch, Enzo. You think you're a human, but, in reality, you are the embodiment of the universal masculine in the spirit of water." she replied.