Infinite girlcum

You go to bed to flick your bean but after five minutes you begin to orgasm uncontrollably. It is known the female orgasm lasts longer than the male, but once it reaches a full six and a half minutes, you start getting concerned. By seven minutes, a spurt of juice squirts from you and you close your eyes, hoping the atrocity is over. But it’s only just begun. You opem your eyes and realize you are still squirting, a geyser of fluid which science is yet to identify. Probably watery piss but who knows? Droplets spatter the wall opposite you and flow down the side and onto the floor. The towel you put down earlier is not enough for this. You cover your crotch but the pressure builds up behind your hand until the stream shoots a hole straight through your palm, leaving a perfectly cut hole. You can’t even feel the pain because you are so in shock. You attempt to stand but the squirt juice begins to power wash a hole into your floor. You skip around, trying not to damage your Ikea carpet. But eventually the entire floor is soaked in a watery piss concoction. You grab your phone and call 911 but the operator can’t hear you over the sound of the biblical flood coming from your genitals. You run out the door only to find your room mate, just outside your door, wide-eyed and fearful. You try to explain but then slip in the ever-widening puddle of female ejaculate. You go bottom-up and send a laser beam of high-speed bladder bullets right up your room mates middle, cleaving her in half. By the time you realize what you just did, it’s too late. Your entire house is now dripping wet. And it turns out the 911 operator was able to track your location down and send the police and fire brigade. A fireman ladders his way up to a closed window only to find a flood of juice on the other side. The pressure is too much and the window shatters, sending a gush of female pleasure onto the unsuspecting public servant. He is immediately flung back and onto the ground where a small lake of salty piss water begins to develop. You squirt your way out the door, the deluge propelling you like a rocket. You blast through multiple cop cars and fire engines, leaving a path of gore and devestation in your wake. You barely even register what’s happening now. Terrified men and women run as a tsunami of your female jizz surges down the street and engulfs entire cars and homes. Children are washed away like fish in a hurricane, succumbing to the salty brine of your own creation. You weep as your rocket into the sky, slicing a passenger jet in half on your way up. The president declares a state of national emergency as the flood creeps its way to Washington. Cumwaters lap at the feet of Abraham Lincoln in his monument, and the White House will never smell the same. Soon enough, you blast your way past the stratosphere and even further into space. The vacuum immediately causes you to suffocate, but somehow, you don’t completely die. You are barely conscious now, you don’t even notice the terrified astronauts watching you from the ISS. They got bathed in a sperm bath last week, but now a laser of high-power female cum? No thank you. Droplets from your high-power vaginal death ray shred through the station, instantly killing everyone aboard and leaving nothing but a shattered husk of mankind’s most expensive endeavor. You blast even further into space, zipping past Jupiter and cutting Pluto in half. Remnants of your ejaculate begin to orbit around 12 AU from the sun, forming a new planet made entirely of girlcum. If there are any astronomers left on earth after your oedipal judgment day, they would study the body for years to come. But you don’t even think of that anymore. You barely think now, as a matter of fact. You simply blast through the galaxy, reaching .99c and becoming the fastest human ever. Kiss my ass Jesse Owens (or maybe he shouldn’t, he may get sliced by your death beam). Bacteria in your femenine ejaculate make their way to alien worlds, and the water from your masterbatory pleasure jet form oceans on otherwise inhospitable worlds. Life begins to form on these planets, making entire alien species which subsist on your female ejaculate. Panspermia? More like pansquirtia. By now, a billion years have passed and you are both the bringer of death and maker of life. You have traveled the universe and begun civilizations on distant worlds and ended some as well. You are, for all intents and purposes, god. God of the squirt. You have reached heaven. Nirvana. Shangri-la. You are enlightened. Such is the way of your female jizz jet.


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