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that new way, trying to pull his cock as far inside her as she could.
    The men above her were gasping and moaning as they worked their cocks. Sweat showered off them, and droplets of pre-cum spattered across Irina’s body. Someone gasped “Ah — ah — fuck!” and another warm wet splatter hit Irina’s body.
    The cock inside her was making something deep well up, was making every nerve in her entire body draw into her cunt. She screamed into her gag. She arched her back. She squeezed her legs around his back. He grabbed her hips and fucked her with a firm, steady rhythm. She howled. Another jet of cum landed across her face, collecting on her eyelashes and dribbling into her nostrils. Her tits were going to explode. Her clit was a hard nub of fire ready to burst. Her cunt was swollen up like never before and he just kept thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. She was going to cum. Oh, if the fingers on her clit worked it just a little harder, it would be perfect. She tried to push her clit outwards, into the fingertips. Twin streams of cum rained down on her. Irina’s pussy seized into its first spasm.
    Then something new happened. A wet blast of something shot out of her cunt and splashed all over the man’s chest and stomach. She squealed from the force of her cum. He pulled his dick out a little bit and said “Hey, this bitch is a squirter!”
    Irina gasped. Another push yielded an even bigger gush that soaked the man’s cock and swirled around his balls. The crowd was yelling, stomping, howling as Irina’s cunt emptied its juice all over the cot.
    Irina closed her eyes and lost herself in a sea of cum and cocks and sweat and squirting. Her pussy creamed over and over as the men fought each other to sink their cocks into it. Splashes of cum splattered across her face and her breasts as the dicks above her burst with creamy spurts.
    Finally, wrung out and spent to the point of numbness, Irina collapsed back on the cot. Her vision began to blur, and she moaned as her head lolled to one side.
    “All right, boys, she’s had enough,” somebody said.
    Somebody undid the restraints at her wrists.
    Irina drifted off into a warm haze, feeling the still-wet cum trickling from her pussy.

    She was still drowsy on the plane ride back home. Every time she thought of the events of this last weekend, her clit shuddered and her nipples hardened, and sweet liquor began to run down her pussy lips. Cum had been flowing out of her for two days. She had even found a dime-sized load of cum in her ear.
    Everyone was asleep. Irina was alone in her aisle. Under the blanket, she unbuttoned her slacks and worked her clit with the tip of one finger. She’d been drinking water all morning. She built up her cum until she couldn’t hold back any longer, then zipped her pants up and went to the restroom.
    Inside, she locked the door and knelt in front of the toilet, placing her bare pussy above the rim. She’d replayed every moment hundreds of times already, but this time she thought of the man who’d whispered dirty talk to her as he fucked her. She thought about the slow rhythm of his cock in her pussy. She invented new things for him to say.
    Yeah cunt , she thought as she worked her clit. I’m gonna fill you up with my load. I got a big one for you. You’re gonna feel it in your fucking ears. Then I’m gonna draw it out of you too. Pussy’s gonna squirt like a big fucking dick.
    Irina’s clit spasmed and a huge jet of cum burst from her pussy. She held it open, and pushed out all the squirt, emptied herself until she was dry. Satisfied, she zipped up and went back to her seat.

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    A former Catholic schoolgirl, Alastair Anders has been writing erotic fiction ever since he was in plaid skirts and knee socks. He lives in Brooklyn with his