Wet

Chapter 1

"Have you ever considered that we don't let ourselves truly enjoy food and drink, because our eyes steal some of the joy from our tongues?" asked Sofia.

"Not really," answered Frank.

"Okay, I'll prove it, then!" she said, and leaned over and picked up a small cooler from the floor, and set it on the couch with them.

Frank sat up, and looked at her, confused. "What is all this, then? I thought that was your lunch from earlier today?"

They'd been working together for about a year, now. Frank had been thunderstruck by her looks when she first walked into the restaurant he was employed at. She was, and average height for a woman, naturally busty, with wide hips, light brown skin, and brown eyes. She spoke with a Spanish accent that Frank found alluring. They spent the next months getting to know each other, and every day Frank fell a little bit more in love with her.

They had both told the other that they loved them, but in somewhat veiled ways. Sofia would refill the ice machine during a busy time, and Frank would say, "Oh my god! Thank you so much I love you!" in one kind of run on sentence. He knew he truly meant it, and secretly hoped she did, too. She had done similar, though had been a little more vague, and indirect. So, Frank wasn't sure whether she really felt the same, or not. They had a huge amount of things in common, and far more than any other woman had ever had in common with him. She liked a lot of the same movies and books as he. She liked archery, and philosophy, and they generally just clicked. She had become his best friend.

"Okay, put this on." she said, and passed him a blindfold.

He put it on, and waited, while he heard her messing about with clinking plastic, and finally heard her get up, go to the kitchen, and come back.

"Open your mouth." she said.

He opened it, and felt a soft, wet thing pass his lips, and touch his tongue. He closed his lips, and tried to figure out what it was. It was sweet, with a little sour. It was very exciting to have this mystery of flavor. He started chewing.

"Well, how is it?" asked Sofia.

Frank pushed the food to the side of his mouth, and said, "It's amazing, I don't think I've ever had this before. What is it?"

"Yes, you have! How do you not know?"

"Oh, hang on!" he said, feeling stupid, "It's mango!" He swallowed the fruit.

"Yeah! So, you see? It tastes more intense, doesn't it? Okay, open your mouth again."

He felt a small amount of liquid pour into his mouth, and said, "That was just water." He arched his eyebrows at her, which felt funny, because he didn't even know if she was looking at him. "I don't think that tastes different blindfolded," he added, with a laugh.

"I know, silly. That was just to cleanse your palate, between foods. Open your mouth again."

He opened it again, and felt something thin, flimsy, and wet enter. He worked it around his mouth, trying to figure out what it was. As he did so, he thought about how much he loved her accent. This, too, seemed intensified since he wasn't actually looking at her while she spoke.

"Mmmmm, it's kiwi, right?" he said.

"It is sooooo good, isn't it?" she asked. He nodded, and she went on, "Okay, palate cleanse." He opened his mouth, and drank the water she squirted into his mouth, swallowed, and opened it again. This time it was something more dry, and bumpy feeling. He pressed it against the roof of his mouth, and finally bit down.

"Strawberry?" he said. It was watery inside, and didn't have much flavor.

"Yes, sorry, they're not very good strawberries." she said, laughing. She squirted the water into his mouth again. "Okay, lean down, so you're over the cooler, this one is juicy, and I don't want it to get on your shirt."

He leaned forward, and opened his mouth. He felt something press against his lips. What kind of fruit was soft, and kind of furry? for a second he thought kiwi, again, until he licked it, and realized it was her pussy. His dick immediately got rock hard. It was finally happening! She did love him! He wasn't just a friend! He started licking her voraciously, and enjoying her taste, and smell.

"Okay, stop." she said. "Open your mouth." He did so, and she placed another piece of fruit onto his tongue. He chewed and swallowed, anxious to get back to eating her pussy.

"Papaya, but I'd rather eat you!" he said.

"Patience," she said, voice oddly quavering. "Open your mouth again, I need to cleanse your palate, first."

He opened his mouth, and felt the water hit his tongue, again. He swallowed, but the stream kept going. He swallowed again, and again. Then he started to wonder what was happening, so he took off the blindfold, and what he saw blew his mind. The liquid was shooting out of her pussy, as she laid back, tensed in absolute ecstasy. Her head was back, her eyes were closed, and she was rubbing her breasts as she orgasmed.

Frank stood up. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he demanded.

She looked up at him, but she kept involuntarily closing her eyes, and her body kept shaking as she continued to come. "Wha- wha- what?" she managed to say.

"You pissed in my mouth! You tricked me into drinking your piss! Get the fuck out of here!" he yelled. He noticed she was still gushing all over the white cloth cover he had over his couch. This infuriated him further, and he shouted, "And stop! Stop, and leave! Now!"

"I-I- I can't." she said, as the liquid continued to pour out of her, all over his couch. Frank started to gather her clothes, and tossed them onto her as she finally stopped spraying.

She sat up, finally, and started to dress. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you liked me!?"

"I do, or I did! But you're fucked up. This is sick! You get off on pissing in guy's mouths? Well, sorry, that's a deal breaker for me!"

Having put her shirt on, she stood up and started pulling her pants up. "Fuck you! I came, so I squirted! I didn't pee in your mouth, you fucking psycho!"

"Look it up, honey. Squirt is pee. Now get the fuck out of here." he said, as he ushered her to the door.

Frank was so livid after she left that he stormed over to the couch, and yanked the couch cover off so hard that it ripped. "Fuck!" he shouted. He saw the huge wet spot, and seethed with anger. On an odd impulse, he smelled it. It smelled like absolutely nothing. He noticed there was no color to the wet spot, either. If he didn't know any better, he realized he would have thought it was just where a glass of water had spilled.

"Fucking crazy bitch." he muttered to himself, as he put the cover into the washing machine.

As he laid down in bed for the night, he started to feel guilty. He had fallen in love with Sofia, and then, because of one gross thing that she did, he had freaked out on her, and ended what had just begun. No! This was a dealbreaker, he thought. That was crossing a line, and he didn't want to be with a woman who was like that.

Chapter 2

The next day at work, Frank learned from a coworker that Sofia had quit. He felt horrible, but tried to force himself to believe it was for the best. She'd made it weird, after all, so she should be the one to leave. Still, it was lonely working without her. He had other work friends to talk to, but she had been his work soul mate. He laughed at himself as he thought this absurd term.

After work he sat at home, bored. He watched a video of two large breasted, curvy Latina women kissing each other. They were both topless, and wore only thongs over their pussies, with the waist strips biting into their wide hips, until one of them got on her knees in front of the other, who was lying on a bed and removed the thong of the other. She smiled as she looked down at the trimmed, furry pussy below her. She leaned in, and started licking. As Frank watched he got turned on, and started jerking off. In the video, the woman on the bed started to come, and a stream shot out of her pussy, into the mouth of the other woman. Frank came, extremely hard. He was filled with bliss, for those moments, but immediately afterwards he felt ashamed of himself.

He looked at the tags for the video, it didn't say "squirt." He was annoyed he'd inadvertently watched squirt porn, and he felt disgusted with himself that he'd come right when the woman started gushing into the other woman's mouth. In his mind he heard Sofia say, "Squirt," but with her accent, it came out as "Sqee-ert." He smiled at the memory, but then reminded himself of how angry he was at her, and pushed away the good feelings.

Months went by, and he found that when he jerked off, he frequently thought about Sofia. Sofia gushing, gushing into his mouth. He lost count of how many times he came thinking about this. Several times, over the months, he got out his phone and started writing out a text to Sofia, before deleting the text and changing his mind. He was too conflicted, and felt horrible for how he'd treated her.

But, when he jerked off, he usually couldn't stop thinking about her. Squirting, gushing, and him drinking her in gulp, after gulp. He hated himself. Was he into drinking piss, now? What the fuck was wrong with him?

Chapter 3

A new woman started at work. She was pale, blonde haired, blue eyed, and had big fake tits. She was modestly attractive, but was easier to see as just a friend, than with any love interest. She and Frank became friends over a couple of weeks.

One day they sat at his house, talking about their relationships. Frank told her what had happened.

"Now, though, I think I like squirt! But that narrows down who I can date, because most women don't squirt." he said.

"Um, all women squirt." she said.

"Ha! No, I've dated plenty of women, and Sofia was the first ever to squirt." he said, incredulously.

"Squirt is just urine. All women urinate, so, all women squirt." she replied.

"Well, when you put it that way." replied Frank, looking embarrassed, and feeling disgusted with what he'd become.

She lowered her eyelids a little, and looked at him. "I've always wanted to piss in a guy's mouth, y'know. I could "squirt" for you, if you want." she said, lowering her voice to a seductive tone.

Frank took a deep breath. He hated himself, but decided that this is just who he was now. "Okay." he said.

She perked up, and looked very excited. "Really?!" she asked.

Frank said, "Yes, let's do it."

She pulled off her shorts and shirt, and thong, and angled her legs so that her pussy was facing him. He leaned his head down, so that his mouth was right in front of her bush. She tensed some muscles around her thighs and hips a few times, and half closed her eyes. Then she farted, long and loud. Frank looked up at her, disgusted.

"Hey, you're asking me to pee for you! Women fart when they pee! Get over it!" she said. He realized she was right, and looked back at her pussy. "Open your mouth, it's coming!" she said. He did so, and a hot stream shot out of her, into his mouth.

He immediately turned and spit it out. The flavor was pure piss, and it made him start retching. The smell hit him next. It smelled like piss, too, obviously, and that made him feel even more like he would vomit. He stood up and backed away. Taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, he was able to avoid throwing up.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" she demanded, as she sat there, while nonchalantly pissing all over his couch. "Come drink my squirt!" she said, making sarcastic air quotes as she said the word "squirt." She kept pissing, and was soaking his couch cover.

"Stop! I'm sorry, I was wrong." he said.

"I can't just stop! Women aren't like men, we can't just turn it off!" she said, but she started to run out, and after another few seconds, she stopped.

"I'm really sorry, I apparently was very wrong. I'm going to take a shower. I'll see you at work tomorrow. I'll buy you lunch to make up for kicking you out, though!" he said.

"You fucking pussy!" she said, playfully. She got up, and dressed. "See you tomorrow, then." she said, on her way out the door.

Frank looked at the white couch cover. It was thickly stained yellow. He pulled it off, and, without thinking, sniffed it. He retched again, and had to turn his head and take a deep breath, and then hold it, to manage to walk with the thing. He started to feel better, though. He was NOT into drinking piss! He wasn't into piss at all! What the fuck had he been thinking?

He got to the washing machine, and then did an about face, and walked to the kitchen. He was about to put the couch cover into the trash, but then opened the back door, went outside, and tossed it into the outside trash, instead. He went back inside, and took a shower.

Chapter 4

"I'm sorry." he texted Sofia.

"You humiliated me for coming. Get fucked." she texted back.

"I love you. I'm truly sorry. What can I do?" he replied.

"Let me humiliate you, and we'll be even."

Frank hesitated for a few seconds, as his heart pounded in his chest with fear and apprehension. Then, he typed out his message, and hit "send," it said, "Deal."

Later that night, he was at Sofia's house, sitting at her dining room table with her. He told her what had happened, how he had become enamored with the memory of her squirt, and about the other woman.

"That's fucking disgusting!" she said, laughing. "So, let me get this straight. You didn't listen to your own senses when you drank me, even though they told you that my squirt was closer to water. instead, you decided it was piss-"

"Yeah, but-" Frank began, cutting her off.

She held up a hand, and continued, "I'm not done. Okay, and you had read on the internet that squirt is pee. So, someone you love turns out to be a squirter, and, even though she tells you she didn't pee, and even though you, yourself could tell it was nothing like pee in any way, you decided to let other people tell you what reality is. And this is despite the actual reality being nothing like what you were told?"

Frank held up his hands, embarrassed. "I don't know. I was being dumb. It's just, it is technically-" he was inwardly freaking out, though, because he had no idea what she planned to do to humiliate him, nor when that would begin.

She cut him off, again. "Yeah, squirt is technically changed urine, but it's almost entirely water. It's clear, has no smell nor taste, and is like ninety-nine percent water, and it has female come in it. It's nothing like urine. Cow's milk is technically changed blood. But, we all drink cow's milk, and only psychopaths drink cow's blood."

Frank just looked at her, and wrinkled up his face in embarrassment.

"So, let's put it in other terms," she went on, "Imagine you had read online that cow's milk is technically changed blood, and so you decided that, since you like drinking milk, you must enjoy drinking cow's blood, and then did so, and fucking threw up, because, obviously, that's insane. That's basically what you did, here. You realize that?"

She was right. She was coming down hard on him, but he understood that he deserved it, after how he'd treated her.

"Didn't you notice that I was actually coming for you? That my body was shaking, I could barely speak, and I was out of control since I was orgasming so hard? That my juices were spraying out, uncontrollably, as my come?"

Frank nodded. She went on, "And, that this other bitch was just sitting there, pissing, and farting all over you, completely unrelated to orgasm? How could you possibly have thought there was any connection whatsoever to these two events? Gushing clear water, and female come, while coming is one thing. Pissing and farting while simply relaxing on the couch is a very, very different thing. Are you fucking stupid?"

Frank felt a bit of relief, as he started to believe that perhaps this was the "humiliation," she had spoken about. Maybe she just wanted him to sit and let her berate him for a while. "I was being fucking stupid, yes." He replied, finally.

"Are you ready to make up for it?" she asked.

Now Frank felt a cold chill of apprehension. "Yes." he said.

"Eva!" shouted Sofia, and in walked a gorgeous, curvy woman. Sofia looked at Frank, and said, "You're going to eat her pussy, and keep making her come until she squirts. You're going to let her squirt all over your face, and hair, and then drink the rest of her."

Frank was deeply concerned. He knew for a fact that Sofia was a genuine squirter, but he was suspicious of this other woman, now, since he knew that true squirting is a very specific thing, and that some women had a serious misconception about what squirting was. But, he truly loved Sofia, and wanted to do anything he could to get her back. "Okay, I promise. For you, I'll do it."

Eva smiled broadly, pulled her skirt up, and her thong to the side. Frank got on his knees in front of her, and started licking her. She moaned, and yelped, and finally said, "I'm coming! Oh my god! Stick your tongue inside of me!"

She lifted one of her legs, and pushed against the back of Frank's head. His mouth was pushed between her legs, and he stick his tongue into her. She pushed against the back of his head, forcing his tongue deeper. She tasted tangy, and slightly like papaya.

She pushed him back a little, and lowered her leg again.

"Try again." said Sofia, from behind him, where she was still sitting.

He leaned in, and started licking the fur lined clit that was in front of him, again. Eva moaned, and then pushed his head back, and started rubbing her own clit. "I'm coming!" she shouted again, and used her fingers to angle her pussy, as hot juice shot out of her. It sprayed all over Frank's face and hair, as Eva moaned, and whaled in ecstasy. Then he felt Sofia's hand on the back of his head, pushing him forward, into the stream. She kept pushing, until his mouth was flush with her pussy, and her squirt flowed directly into his mouth. He was overjoyed as he discovered, finally, that Eva was a true squirter, indeed! He found that he was drinking true, pure squirt that tasted like water, with a hint of the fruity, papaya like taste of her pussy. He closed his eyes, and let her pour into his mouth. Her knees went weak, and shaky, since she was coming incredibly hard, and she put out her arms to brace herself against the counter, as she kept gushing into his mouth, and he swallowed again, and again, until she was drained.

Frank leaned back, and looked up at the beautiful woman before him. He felt liquid hit the side of his head, then, and looked over to see Sofia with her skirt pulled up, and thong aside, too. She had been masturbating while she watched them, and was now squirting all over Frank's head, and, after he turned, all over his face. "Time fo- f- fo-" Sofia was trying to say something sexy, but was coming too hard. Finally, she got out, "Time for dessert, open your mouth!"

Frank did so, and let her stream wash over his tongue, and drank every drop of her.

"Well. Do you feel humiliated?" asked Sofia.

"Yes," Frank lied. Secretly, he'd loved every second of it. "So," he added, "you forgive me?"

"I do." she said. She could see through him, and added, "You loved it, though!" Both women started laughing. Sofia went on, "You get it, now, don't you? You see why they called squirt "amrita, nectar of the gods," in ancient India?"

Frank nodded, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. Then he stood up, and tore Sofia's shirt open, sending buttons flying. He had lusted after her for so long, and it was all about to explode out of him, now. After kicking off his pants, he stripped off the rest of her clothing, put a hand under each of her ass cheeks, and lifted her up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the living room, and set her on the couch. He laid down on his back, and guided her onto his dick, where she pushed him into herself.