Fast-moving jet

Usage examples of spurt.

Most of all I hated the rush of intense aliveness which pumped through me like a drug whenever I speared an innocent animal and I saw the spurting of his blood as drink that would soon quicken my own.

The Winchester kicked against his shoulder, and through the haze of powder smoke that spurted from its muzzle, he saw the ambusher go flying from the back of the horse as if he were a puppet being jerked around by a puppeteer in a giant Punch and Judy show.

The sec men opened fire in a rough volley, the barrage of miniballs tearing into the boy, blood spurting high into the air as one round smacked him right in the heart.

Blood spurted from the wounds, bedrabbling the trampled grasses with hot gore.

He tugged the lanyard on a downward roll a fraction of a second before the French frigate appeared in the crude sight and once again the gun sprang back with a bronchitic cough and a spurt of flame and smoke at the muzzle.

His master had told him to burry, so he dropped the bicycle, climbed behind the wheel of the car, gunned it into life, and spurted gravel in a wide arc as he slid the sports car out of the forecourt into the driveway.

Then a pain suddenly went through my groin, as it sometimes does when micturition is too long withheld, but so intensely hurtfully that, not meaning to, I let at least a brief spurt of urine.

American War Machine was but a gigantic, lumbering erection wedged into the tight pants of Democracy, stifled until the outburst of war prompts congressional rubbing and legislative foreplay and the uncontrollable spurting ejaculation of bombs and missles ensues as the nation COMES on the heads of a nation of Third World villagers.

Grasping the pulsating head of the moster troll cock, she shoved the spurting thing into her mouth, swallowing huge gobs of the stuff as she seemed to cum endlessly.

Training has meant so much vital overplus to me that I long ago spurted and caught up with my pottle of joy.

Ned, when the spurt set in, gave up rouseabout and odd-job work, and took finally to the rivers.

She twisted under his eager thrusts, raking her claws across his back when he spurted his first load of spunk into her slit and upon her scaled belly.

Tiny fountains spurted, then mingled before spilling into the scuppers to drain into the endless cycle of sea and sky.

Derkhan danced and spasmed, agonized yells spurting out from behind her teeth.

Blue lightning bolts sizzled out, along with icewave spurts, but the spiny treeships ignored the searing energy.