This is another true story, happened about three years ago. It might sound like a bit of a fish story but it's all true, save for a few personal details.

So, a few years back I wound up with some money saved up and decided to indulge some wanderlust. I was able to get a chunk of time off from work and loaded up my car for a coast to coast trip, upstate NY to Los Angeles and back, with lots of good stops in between. It happened to coincide with my meeting a girl from Los Angeles who I'd been talking with on the internet for some time, so we decided to meet up during my trip and see if there was anything between us.

We had discussed our likes and dislikes in pretty extreme detail beforehand, and she told me that having a good enough orgasm almost always made her cry. She knew what I liked, and she knew I would be very happy to experience that, so this trip was a great opportunity to kill two birds with one stone.

After fun detours, including some hiking in the Rockies in Colorado, and desert rambles in Utah, we met at a shopping mall on the outskirts of LA, and we wound up shacking up for a couple of weeks in various places around LA, as well as a five day field trip to Las Vegas. She was a pretty girl, Hispanic, tall, with a curvy body. We'll call her Sara. 

In any of our bedroom encounters, I discovered that not only would an orgasm make her cry, but full-on uncontrollable sobbing. I remember the first time it happened, she was becoming more and more tensed up, and beginning to clench up her face for crying. TorNorth would have loved her tight, curled lip. She had rather a deep, husky speaking voice for a woman, so it made for an intriguing contrast when she suddenly let loose with very high-pitched, fluttering, feminine sobbing, like "eeeheeheeheehee," very rapid and breathy. She had deep eyes, that held a lot of tears, flooding with them like pools and eventually overflowing down her cheeks in dark streaks. 

In between fits, she would cry out declarations of pleasure and elated moan in a very labored and forced voice, summoning a tremendous will to sound coherent amidst her increasingly high-pitched and rapid sobs.  I remember noticing, regardless of which way we did it, so to speak, how powerful her inner contractions were from the effort of sobbing, some of the strongest I've ever felt. (I guess anyone can PM me if they want more explicit details that I would be comfortable sharing on a thread). 

Afterwards, I held her against me while she cried in my arms. Her non-orgasmic sobbing was quite different from what I had witnessed previously. Now, her sobs came more slowly, and lower-pitched, more matching the tone of her voice, with a very heavy, almost loping sound, like "ehh heh heh heh heh!" contrasting to the fluttery, sobs-falling-into-one-another, almost twittery sound with which she had cried during sex. With each heavy sob, her full breasts would bounce against me and her soft, curvy belly would clench and draw back and then release and heave outward against me. It felt so good. I've never known exactly why, but, my God, I love feeling a girl's belly muscles spasm when she cries. The more powerful and the more it shakes and heaves, the better, and Sara's was one of the best I've experienced yet. 

We eventually parted ways and I drove back to New York. We had other personality aspects that clashed, and so a relationship would probably never work out between us. But I'll always have good memories of travel and a sexy, teary summer fling.