I squirted so hard during a ONS I nearly passed out [mf]

Hello again Reddit!

I didn’t expect my [last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hqe534/my_gf_fucked_me_in_the_university_library_ff/) to get so much attention – honestly, it was so hot that it was a bit addictive, I ended up uploading photos onto r/gonewild the very next day.

So, here’s another story, about the time when I squirted the most in my life.

This was a few years ago. I was in my mid-20s and working abroad in a pretty conservative country. I was in an open long-distance relationship, but because of my living situation, I wasn’t really acting on the “open” part of the relationship. In the six months I worked and lived there, I hooked up with 3 people – once on a visa run to a different country, once with a tourist, and twice with this guy – let’s call him Tom. They were all one-night-stands because everyone was just passing through.

Tom actually messaged me on Fetlife, which happened surprisingly often around then. I had the only active profile in the city I was living in, so I guess kinky tourists who decided to check their Fetlife were bound to come across my profile, as it were. We ended up matching on Tinder too.

We chatted a bit and then agreed to go out for dinner and a drink.

We met at a small road-side café and had something to eat and chatted a bit. Tom was nice, easy to talk to, and attractive – tall, brunette, short hair. I’m petite and blonde, with curves (actually, check out the pictures I posted on gonewild if you want a better idea of what I look like ?).

After dinner, we grabbed a bottle of beer each from a shop around the corner and went back to his hostel. Unfortunately, visa requirements meant I couldn’t have anyone back in my apartment and I even had a 10 pm curfew (one of the reasons I only stayed 6 months!) Tom knew this and had booked a private room. We had to sneak me in past reception, but no one said anything.

The hostel had a balcony where you could sit and look over the city, so we sat there for a bit and continued to talk. To be honest, I was really horny by this point – it had been ages for me. Tom was really nice but shy and awkward. There was no way he was going to make the first move, and he was only in the city for one night. He asked if I wanted to “see his room”, and then stood awkwardly in the doorway while I looked at his plain hostel room, with two single beds in it. I made some generic comment about the room and then kissed him.

I had to stand up on my tip-toes to kiss him, and he seemed surprised but then kissed me back. We made out standing up for a while, getting closer to one another, and then went over to the bed. We continued making out, but Tom seemed too shy to take it further. We stopped making out and continued chatting. I was pretty worked up by this point – sure, it was nice to chat, but I was so horny!

Then, predictably, there was a power cut. These happened about 10 times a day, so I was used to this, but there was something really hot about being plunged into darkness. The fan overhead also stopped, so there was a sudden silence too. Tom was halfway through a sentence and I just started kissing him passionately. He laughed and said, “well I guess I’ll shut up then.”

In the darkness, we started taking off one another’s clothes and feeling one another’s bodies. The lights came on as he was licking my nipple.

Now, I explained how sensitive I was in my last post, but my sensitivity is even more heightened if I’m turned on, and with someone new or in a new situation. The more comfortable I am with someone, the less overwhelming my sensitivity is. This can be a blessing and a curse – the only time I’ve tried an mmf (so far!) I was so sensitive I needed regular breaks and could barely walk afterwards! But that’s a story for another time…

So, this was with someone new, after a long dry spell, in an unfamiliar setting, and I was so worked up by this point it was unreal. The sensation of his tongue on my nipple sent shivers down my spine and I was moaning within seconds. I could tell this really turned him on, as he glanced up at me in surprise and licked my nipple harder. My body spasmed with an orgasm, and I could hear Tom breathing heavier and watching me. Being an exhibitionist, I really enjoy knowing someone is watching me cum. Someone experiencing my sensitivity and orgasmability for the first time is really hot to see. I came from him lightly touching my waist and thighs, from him kissing my neck and lots from him licking my nipples. This wasn’t new to me, but it definitely was for him, and his reaction – surprise and hunger for more – only turned me on more. He commented a few times that he couldn’t believe how sensitive I was.

By now, my hand had found its way to his crotch and I could feel how hard he was through his shorts. He felt pretty big, which got me excited. Tom continued to play with my nipple while undoing my trousers. Once he got them off he leaned back a little to look at my body. It was so hot to see he liked what he saw. I had been really excited for a potential hook-up, so I had worn my favourite matching bra and thong and was now only wearing the thong.

He leaned back in towards me and started rubbing me through my thong. I could tell I was soaking wet already.

Meanwhile, I was trying to unbutton his shorts. This is pretty hard when you’re orgasming every few minutes, so he stopped touching me and took his shorts and underwear off, revealing his *very* erect cock. He took off my thong too, exposing my very wet clit to him.

We continued playing with one another, me stroking his cock up and down and him gently touching my clit. My orgasms were getting stronger and stronger, and his face was inches from mine, watching me gasp and moan and watching my face contort with each orgasm. Eventually, he moved down the bed so his face was between my legs. I enjoyed a moment of respite, catching my breath and coming back to earth while he admired how wet I was, and then he started licking me. The orgasms started again almost immediately and were just coming in waves by this point. It was hard to keep quiet, and I could hear people walking past in the corridor outside his room every now and then.

There came a point when I just wanted his cock inside me. I love orgasming from my clit, and I love cunnilingus, but I just wanted to be fucked. With his head still between my legs, I managed to gasp out, “fuck me – please!”

Well, Tom wasted no time in getting a condom from his pocket and putting it on.

The moment he was inside me, I could tell I was going to squirt. I gasped with pleasure as he slid inside, and I could feel his cock on my g-spot.

I squirt most when I’m really turned on, after a lot of foreplay, and when I’m with someone whose cock bends in the right direction to hit my g-spot. I hit the jackpot here. It only took a few thrusts before I was squirting over him and over the bed. I could tell Tom also thought he had hit the jackpot, as he started thrusting hard and faster.

Unfortunately, we were on a squeaky single bed in a hostel, and the bed didn’t seem to be able to handle our vigorous fucking.

“Shall we move to the floor?” suggested Tom.

Honestly, I was a bit annoyed at the time that my squirting and orgasming were being interrupted by logistics like a squeaky bed, but I was about to find out that I had no reason to be.

Tom put a towel down on the floor at the foot of the other bed and lay down on his back with his hard, wet cock ready for me to sit on. I straddled him and lowered myself down onto his cock and started riding him and… oh my GOD.

I don’t know whether it was how turned on I was, the position, his cock or something else, but I have never squirted like that, before or since. I was riding up and down on his cock, with one hand on the wall next to me and the other on the bed on my other side. With every thrust down, I orgasmed, hard, and squirted over him, myself, the floor. Usually when I squirt, it kind of pours or gushes out of me – not this time, it was properly squirting. It was splashing all over – over his torso, over the floor. It felt amazing – just an endless wave of orgasms. It felt like I was constantly being filled up with this need which was being fulfilled on every thrust. Just thinking about it turns me on.

There were so many things going on it was hard to stay present – I was orgasming, squirting, and each orgasm was somehow stronger than the last. Meanwhile, Tom was under me, just watching in awe as I rode his cock like my life depended on it. My squirt juices pooled on his belly, soaking him, and he rubbed his hands in them, rubbing them over his body and then mine. There was so much squirt that just him doing that covered my stomach and tits in my own juices. I was reaching a kind of frenzy – my hands would go from the wall/bed up to my hair, my tits, my stomach, and then back to the bed and wall to support me.

I reached a peak – the point where my sensitivity becomes too much for me – and kind of collapsed down on top of him, right as Tom came into me.

I lay there for a few seconds, my vision mostly stars, unable to move, until I heard him ask if I was okay. I managed to sit up and climb off him and he gave me a fresh towel so I could dry myself off and go lie on the other bed. He came and joined me and we cuddled a little – he told me he thought I had passed out at the end and was scared about how to deal with a passed out women covered in squirt in his hostel room.

After a while, unfortunately, I had to drive home before curfew started, but Tom passed through the city again later on in his holiday, and we hooked up again, which was fun. Also, he’s very good at sexting, so we’re still in touch!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hx4w7z/i_squirted_so_hard_during_a_ons_i_nearly_passed