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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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“Roll over.” She was beyond eager to get on all fours, and I took her against from behind. Her hips pushed back hard against me, and once again I found myself on the edge of cumming. I told her I was going to cum and she pushed her hips HARD against me, making sure I couldn’t pull out. So I gave in, and emptied myself inside her. She moaned happily and laid down, pulling me into a spoon beside her. Her love of cuddling after orgasm is one of her greatest charms.
As we laid there (save her dress gathered around her waist) and talked, she finally told me the whole story. And it was simple: she decided that if I really cared that much about condoms I would have brought them. Fair point.
As we kept talking her hand reached behind her and she started absently fondling me, and sure enough I felt the blood come rushing down and an erection forming to greet her. She rolled over and disposed of her dress, and then mounted me. My hands free to explore her body, I happily caressed her as she experimented with different motions, settling on rocking her hips. As I felt her start to get focused, I licked my thumb and worked it under her clit, giving her a pad to rub it on. Her muscles clenched and i saw the orgasm overtake her. As it passed, she went back working her hips up and down on me, trying to get me to cum agaim. Something snapped in my head - she didn’t come out here to do all the work.
I rose up under her, picking her up and laying her on her back, her legs against my shoulder, the position that gives me the deepest penetration. I ground my hips against her, working my length inside. Her body reacted differently, and I could feel the toughness of her cervix against my tip inside. It was almost like her orgasms, but inside of a powerful clench of her muscles, it kept reverberating over and over. Eventually, after ten minutes of this I slowed down and parted her legs, lying between them as I kissed her, working my hips in a simple motion. She held me tight as i finally came again, filling her up.
We cuddled again, but her time was running out. She left her dress with me, and put her street clothes back on, and carried a bit of me inside her as she drove back.
Later when we talked about her near-orgasm, she said she felt like she was going to squirt, but didn’t know what to do. We agreed to try that again, but we didn’t get another chance during her pregnancy. Once her child was born, she had to focus on being a mother to a newborn, and we both agreed that was more important. It would be years until our paths again.
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