(This is a continuation of

https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/1g62pjo/the_day_i_started_squirting_f19_squirting/

so if you haven't read that one yet, you'll be a bit confused!)

As I walked around the block, looking for new things to coat in my girl juices, my pussy responded excitedly, dripping a constant stream of my thick liquid onto the sidewalk below. I was clad in only a bra and my skirt, and normally I would think that this attracted many eyes. And I did get many looks from passersby, but my mind constantly wandered to the possibility of them gazing at my squelching, squirting coochie. And just the thought made my insides pulse and expel a powerful, splattering squirt from my love hole!

squirt! splat!

As I walked, an idea came to me. My boyfriend, Damien, is at the gym right now! It is a weekend morning, after all! I wouldn't have been a good girlfriend if I didn't pay him a visit, would I? He loved me already, and it excited me to imagine how much he would love the new me! Sex, sex, and more sex, with a pussy that's always keeping things wet and hot! The thought of being a sex factory for my boyfriend sent me over the edge again, and I felt a stronger urge to squirt.

I couldn't hold it in, of course, so I rushed to the nearest lamppost, lifted my skirt, and wrapped my arms around the pole, humping my bare snatch against it for all I was worth. And oh my gosh, I don't regret it at all! The weird looks I got from people made it all worth it, and I could feel my orgasm increase tenfold in intensity! Ah, it felt so, so perfect...

squirt! splat! splurt! sploosh!

Once I was done exploding on that lucky lamppost, I continued walking, leaving the onlookers to wonder why the entire bottom quarter and the grass below were splattered with thick, creamy juice. Being in the throes of such a big orgasm, my mind went hazy. Where was I going again? Oh, yeah! The gym!

I walked to the gym where Damian was supposed to be working out. He wasn't there! I checked every part of the gym, and I had made a giant trail of pussy nectar to prove it! Surely he had to be somewhere, right? Then it hit me.

There was one place I hadn't tried!

I carefully, as quietly as I could, made my way into the men's locker. Immediately, I noticed all of the hot guys talking about their fitness routines... gosh, they were so handsome...

I couldn't help but rub myself under my skirt as I stared at their muscles, their shirtless forms, their car-crushing thighs... The sight practically made my nether regions go crazy, and before I knew it, I had gone from dripping to spurting, feeling the splashes from my sweet nectar shooting down onto the floor below.

splurt! splosh! splash!

I sat there, continuing to stare, until one of the guys decided it was time to leave. Oh, no! I was in the doorway!

I rushed out, pretending to be heading into the women's locker as the guys came out. One noticed me and waved, and I smiled back, feeling my cunt already puffing up with another round of delicious squirt. As the guys left, I couldn't help but feel the sting of not having their hot bodies to stare at... but then I remembered the main prize! Damien! Surely he's in here somewhere, and I couldn't wait to find him!!

I snuck into the men's locker again, almost slipping and falling on my own fluids. This time, I darted straight to the showers with reckless abandon. Maybe someone saw me, but no one said anything! Besides, since men's locker floors are wet anyway, no one would have noticed my wet, sticky secretions on the floor!

I heard the showers running, and hope returned to me. I crept behind each one, peering through the curtain at whatever I could find. After what felt like hours (but was only 2 minutes, I'm told), I found Damien!! He was taking a cold shower, looking as sharp and sexy as ever! I wanted to call out to him, but not before I had my fun!

I reached down for my snatch again and started to rub it. To be watching the love of my life, completely naked, and unaware of my presence... It was too much for me! It simply felt too good!

I could feel something shift down there. My body was changing, but I wasn't sure how! Then I realized that my cunt got a little bigger, and was exponentially more sensitive now! The thoughts were consuming my mind again. Thoughts telling me to cum more, more and more, and flood everything in sight!

I couldn't say no! I rubbed myself again, letting my trickle turn to a splattering climax once again!

splurt... splut... squirt! squirt! SQUIRT! SPLUT! SPLUUURT! SPLOOSH!

Wait a minute! My squirts! They were getting so strong! And so powerful! I groaned loudly as my body lost control. I crumpled to the floor, my legs wide open and my love hole pointing straight out behind me, looking like a puffy, round artillery cannon ready to fire at any moment.

Damien took notice of my groan and looked over to see me. He seemed shocked, but not as shocked as when Mount Coochie erupted before his eyes. I screamed in pure ecstasy and euphoria as one, two, three, six, ten, twenty massive squirts came out! My wide and lust-filled eyes didn't leave his body for a moment, and soon the floor and wall were absolutely drenched!

But that wasn't enough... I needed more! More! More-

"What the hell, sweetheart? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

...crap. My lovey, dovey, wholesome honeybun of a boyfriend had to speak up and interrupt my raunchy thoughts. I was ready to explode again, too. Oh, but maybe this was my chance for something more...

Writer's Note: Well, here's the second chapter in our crazy girl's grand adventure, and she has a voyeurism kink to accompany her constant squirts. Not that I had to justify them, but it was fun anyway! As always, feedback is appreciated, and let me know what you want to see from Mount Coochie next! ^{^}