There was only one thing I wanted more, Charlotte and I had to fuck again.Charlotte squatted in the grass and let her pussy drain out. Globs of my cum...and her juices left a small puddle on the ground.“God you can fuck,” she said, almost a whisper. “You aren't getting away from me so easily, I want more of what we just did.”“Thank you for being the fuck of my life,” I groaned. “I'm going to have a lot more of that white pussy of yours. You will be fucked within an inch of your life, you can. I had no issue getting to first and second base but never quite made a home run.To be honest I was the cliche hapless lover you see in rom-com films. I always came second… which may as well be last.The year was 2009 six months before I met the woman who would eventually become my wife. Who, by the way, I have never told this story to - not in any great detail anyway.At the time I was a twenty one year old virgin. I had just finished uni where I had wasted what was supposed to be the best years. Vivian’s was very nice, and Tanya had just the hint of a six-pack starting to show. The girls were already sweating. Whenever their arms collided, they slid past each other like well oiled machine parts. “A little tight in here, huh?” Vivian commented after one of their bumps. Tanya grinned and said, “What’s wrong Viv? Can’t take a little contact?” She then made a pouty face at Vivian. It seemed Tanya was only joking, but whether it was the heat or the week of work stress, the comment caught. .. another one is coming... shit... I can't stop cumming," I panted as my second orgasm crashed through me. Then to my shock, horror and amazement, something happened that had never happened to me before, nor has it happened since. In the midst of my orgasm I felt my vagina seem to open up, and then suddenly contract violently in a massive spasm, releasing a sudden rush of liquid. I could feel a massive gush of liquid being rapidly expelled from my vagina. I became very wet; no actually.