The juices were starting to really flow. He turned her over and started back up, using both his hands and mouth this time. The area around the knee, the inside of her thighs, the sensitive area between the vagina and anus, then finally to her pussy itself. He was patient and through. The pussy lips got attention and so did her clit. She was moaning now, producing more and more wet droplets, which he eagerly lapped up. She was well on the way to orgasm when his tongue buried itself inside her and curved upward. The tip of the tongue brushed over that special spot a couple inches in and on the top of her vagina. He kept it up, quickly, then slow, then stop, then start. Until that very moment she had thought the concept of female ejaculation was a myth. The truth became clear as she shot a stream of clear cum straight into his waiting mouth.
She was surprised but he was somehow ready for the torrent. Without missing a beat, he rolled up his tongue, thrust it as deep as he could and injected her own cum right back into her pussy. She whispered, "You know what I want in there now, cream me."
He was hard and dripping, the tour of her body had left him set on "go." He moved up to put his cock near the opening of her soaked pussy. "Hold it open" he said. She reached under her thighs and pulled her pussy lips wide. He stuck himself about two inches inside her and started pumping his cock with his hand. "Here's your cream" he said has he let loose his whole load inside her.
Exhausted, he laid down beside her. She could feel their mingled juices started to ooze out of her sopping wet pussy, dripping down her cheeks and onto the bed. She didn't care and loved the sensation. She'd told him early on "the wetter the better" and he'd never forgotten. She threw a leg over his body, rubbing her pussy against his thigh, making it slippery.
She smiled and thought to herself, "of all my 64 birthdays, this one is the best!"
