Three of Us

“It’s different for you girls,” David moaned. “I mean, you can stuff your hand between your legs, have a cum, and no one would ever know. Fuck, you can even do it just by squeezing your thighs together…or so I’m told. For guys, it’s a whole lot more messy, especially for guys like me who cum a LOT and I mean A LOT.” 

We had been talking sex for about an hour now, and had covered quite a lot of ground. Certainly more than enough to get me really hot. I have been well for about a week, and although it was only a heavy cold, I felt wretched enough to not even want to masturbate, so all this talk had definitely got my motor running. So I said, “It can be messy for us too. Most girls cream their panties when they get horny, and when they cum in their panties there can be a lot of pussy juices oozing out for ages afterwards….and, of course, some of us squirt.” 

David snorted. “Yeah yeah yeah. I’ve heard ALL about that. AND I’ve seen it on porn films. It isn’t squirt, as you put it, it’s pee. You can see it coming from the girls pee hole. They’re just pissing and calling it squirt. If a girl ever pissed on me it would be the last thing she ever did.” 

(Boy, does HE not know what he’s missing!” So, I told him real squirt is entirely different in sight, smell and texture, but that it happens. Some girls squirt only now and then, but some squirt almost every time….like me! There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. David is a nice guy, and I knew he was itching to dare me to show him, but was way too polite to ask, even if we had been alone. 

Then a little voice beside me said, “I squirt too. Not much, but it’s clearly visible. When I masturbate it has to be on a thick towel, or in the bathroom.” Mary is someone I know well, and although we haven’t fooled around together, it’s come very, very close…and I am sure that one day we will have some fun. David was still sceptical. So we turned my PC on and found some squirting porn. “See? He said triumphantly “that girl is pissing!” Yes, she was, and it was doing nothing to calm me down. Then in the next shot, she was squatting over her girlfriends face and ‘squirting’ again. Oh I knew it was pee of course, and since that’s something I love, my clit was almost jumping out of my panties. Time to throw caution to the wind. 

I got up, went to my bathroom and got the biggest towel I could find. I laid it on the floor, slipped my panties down and lay back in the chair. “David, come and look as close as you want!” I have cum quicker, I suppose, but I can’t remember when. I felt the urge to cum almost immediately but managed to edge five times before letting the orgasm have me. It was, after a week’s abstinence, fucking glorious, and I squirting big time. My eyes were tight shut, but I felt someone touch me. When I came down, David was staring at his soaked fingers. “It’s NOT pee! This feels different…kinda slippery…not like water, and it smells (he put it,to his nose) like pure cunt!” Even as the word fell from his lips he coloured up. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean….” Intervened. “Taste it.” 

Hesitantly, he put his fingers in his mouth and his eyes bugged. “It’s like…it’s like….” “It’s like I was cumming into your mouth.” “YES, THATS IT,” 

By now, David had a respectable bump in his pants. “Looks like you need some relief too!” I said rather teasingly. “Me too” came a small voice from my right. Up to now, David and I had been focused on each other, but now we looked at her. She already had her hand in her panties. After a little encouragement which involved me getting naked, Mary took her panties off and allowed us to see her perfectly natural, unshaven pussy. I’d forgotten how lovely they can look. Oh, I wouldn’t ever want hair again, but she looked really innocent like that. (She isn’t…far from it….but looks can be deceiving.) I suggested we all go for it. David got his cock out and, well, I suppose we played what some people call “The Biscuit Game” but without the biscuit. 

I suspect, though, that both David and certainly I held back. We both wanted to see Mary cum. When she did, it was beautiful. She tilted her head back, eyes screwed up tight, and mouth open. A few deep gasps, and between her legs, a spray of liquid that was brushed into her pubes and onto her thighs by her rapidly moving hand. It was nothing compared to my squirt, but a squirt it was nonetheless! 

Since David was pointing in her direction, I suppose Miss Brain should have seen it coming, but it was her day off! A large arc is semen erupted from David’s cock and splattered on Mary’s cunt! After all, we weren’t sitting that far apart from each other. He moved and I got the next one on the outside of my thigh, before he shot the rest, ( and his claim of being a heavy cummer was true) onto my now wet towel. 

I would have paid good money if we had torn each other’s clothes off and ended up in my bed. But we didn’t. Then again, we didn’t cover up either. We just enjoyed being semi naked in front of each other, and our sexual discussion even continued. David wanted o know about girl/girl, and do we always masturbate each other during sleepovers? (Regrettably not, but a lot more girl/girl contact, even if it doesn’t develop into fingering and orgasms DOES happen). Mary said she hasn’t been with another girl, but would if she got the chance. (Note to self….make the chance happen) I said I had more experience with girls than with guys. 

It went on like that for another half hour, during which time David got hard again. Me? Oh my motor was still running from before. However, Miss Brain sent me an internal memo. “If you really want to have sex with Mary, DONT try anything now. She will play, but only when you’re on your own.” David tried everything he could think of to get me and Mary to just kiss, but I flatly refused. In the end, I paid the ultimate price. “David, I am NOT going to kiss Mary here and now. I’d rather fuck you than do that!” He approached me and said “I dare You!” Well……

Mary masturbated again while David fucked me on my chair. I realised I have never been fucked in an armchair before! It’s quite a nice way to do it, my legs hung over the arms of the chair, my bum as far forward as I could get it….deeeep penetration, and risk of a bruised cervix. What’s not to like. Plus I was getting a cock….for the first time since July. 

As a demonstration fuck if it was scored like ice skating, it would have got 0.0 0.0 0.0 0.0. But hey, a cock is a cock, and semen is semen. We both came with indecent haste and I even managed a little squirt into his pubes. Something he might enjoy the scent of later. 

When they’d gone, I showed them out. An hour or so later, I returned to my bedroom which smelled, (I imagine) like the bedroom in a prostitute’s place of work, cunt and spunk! Still, our air con will deal with that. I rarely use the air on, because I like my room to have windows open, and enjoy the scents from outside, rather than the filtered air from the air con.

But a I cleaned up, and had a little taste of semen, Miss Brain took me on a journey in and around Mary. As usual, Miss Brain picks up things I don’t. 

“You DO know, that when Mary was Masturbating, most of her attention was on you?” 

“No, I didn’t realise that”.

“She was fascinated watching you cum, and your squirt is what pushed her to the point of having to masturbate her self.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she doesn’t phone you very soon, and set up another get together…with just her. If she does, when you meet, let her make the running. Don’t lead, respond.”

Miss Brain and I had a further much more specific chat about what I might do. But that’s for another time if it happens at all. 

I carried my semen and girl cum soaked towel to my hamper with a big, Cheshire Cat  grin. 

Talking with two very good and dear friends can lead to unexpected but delightful things. 

David didn’t believe squirt happens, and why should he, since most porn films that say they are squirt are in fact pee.

I hadn’t had a wank for over a week. 

Mary has more of an interest in me than I thought. 

I ended up with a very brief, but quite satisfying fuck. 

What’s not to like? 

As I stuffed the lid down on a seriously overfilled washing hamper, my mobile rang….

…..it was Mary.