I will never forget the first time I made a woman squirt. She was straddling my face and grinding her womanhood into my mouth with a vigorous enthusiasm. I caught the tell-tale taste of an orgasm on the rise and thrust my tongue as deep inside her as I could reach. Almost immediately, I felt a hot stream of liquid spray into the back of my throat and within seconds had almost filled my mouth. Sheer panic ensued. All at once the following thoughts flew through my mind: