Chapter 166

• When Arianna finally climaxed, it was as though the wind had been taken entirely out of her. For a moment, she didn't even breath, sucking in the air instead, her face beet red, her body quivering and shaking almost spasmodically. And then this geyser, this little fountain, so unexpected, suddenly spurting up into my mouth, splashing against my face. I even sat back, astonished, transfixed, continuing to rub her little clit, though she soon, and quickly took over for me, actually slapping her pussy mound firmly, and furiously. In seconds, she hung there once more... again her breath sucked in before being let out in a wild cry of delight. The simultaneous appearance of yet another spray, this one even harder, more forceful almost as though urinating like a man perhaps, though it wasn't. It shot, it squirted, and then it seemed to just stay there for several long seconds afterwards. This gusher of clear liquid that entirely saturated the bed, along with both Bella and herself, as Bella had at some point leaned further in, in order to partake of this unexpected, and unanticipated little surprise.
• Always prepared for any eventuality, Bella soon had the five of us stripping the bed. A rubberized mat had kept all the moisture from Arianna's orgasm from soaking completely through. We soon had fresh clean sheets on the bed once more, though we now took a little break for some wine and cheese that had been provided for us much earlier.
• "I hope you have another set besides this one," I whispered into Bella's ear a moment or two later. She laughed at that, simply stating that even if Arianna managed to soak the bed again, a simple phone call from the cottage to Gretta would take care of that.