REP's TALK ABOUT CUM reminded me of a beautiful young woman I had met in a bar back in the Flower Children days. My buddy was involved with her girlfriend in one end of his resort mobile home and I had my girl joining me on a narrow bed up in front. Nice quiet music was playing on the stereo, but all I was aware of was our heavy panting excitement.
We made out hot and heavy with her telling me about the many various times and places men had made her cum. Meanwhile, my hand was between her legs and my index finger was slowly teasing her very large and very erect clitoris.
As she told me these events she obviously was reliving them as I played with her. Every once in awhile her legs clamped down on my hand, she held her breath, her hips jerked spasmodically and I felt her pussy spasms under her soaking panties. Then my hand filled with her warm cum and she tongued me hard.
My finger and her cum stories brought her to at least three major cums. Each one excited me tremendously and my bare cock which she was tentatively playing with between her orgasms was drooling precum all over her hand.
Finally I told her I couldn't hold off any longer. This got her quite excited. She fucked my mouth with her rigid tongue and clenched my penis tightly with her left hand as she increased her pumping.
All I could do was groan in exctasy as I started shooting. I had been so hot and had gotten so excited making her cum that mine kept throbbing out hot streams of sperm all over her hand and arm. When I didn't stop, she pulled back mumbling something that sounded like 'Wow!'
When it was finally all over and we caught our breath, she whispered excitedly in my ear, 'God, I never knew anyone who could cum as much as that. You did A LOT.'
All I could whisper back to her was, 'It's because you made me feel so good.'
She immediately hugged me, and went back to jacking my cock that was still jerking in aftershocks from the orgasm and she felt it running down the back of her hand. She did me one more time, shortly afterward but this time it was in a way we can't write about. I guess she wanted to be right there when it squirted again. I never forgot how wonderful she made me feel with what she did.