“Oh Jesus, yes, getting close…” she let me know, as she continued bucking on top of me. “Keep going…nearly there…”
Reaching between us, just a little awkwardly, I managed to use a finger to gently frig Sally’s clitoris. With this proving the final act that triggered her climax.
“Oooh oooh, oooh, NGGGHHHHHH, Yessssssss!!” Sally screamed, as she came to a prolonged, shuddering, orgasm.
Pausing, eventually, she looked down, with a huge, satisfied, grin on her face.
“Oh my God,” she reported, gasping for breath, “that was fantastic. Have you come again?”
“I haven’t,” I was able to assure her. “Though I’m not sure how, that was so fucking horny. So how about I put a little more work in?” I suggested, flipping Sally off me and onto her back, then easing my way into her in missionary.
“Oooh YESSS,” she hissed. “God, I love sex, why have we waited until now?” she laughed. Before silencing any potential reply by pulling me down to her for a passionate kiss.
As Sally had done with me I soon found my stride and was quickly hammering away at her. Probably, as I’ve said before, with more enthusiasm than finesse. But it was working for Sally.
“Oh God, this is fantastic,” she grunted, “come on, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she demanded.
The harder I fucked her, the more enthusiastically she ground back against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and clenching her pussy muscles around my dick.
The bed was creaking as I was now pumping away. My second orgasm was building but I got the sense that so was Sally’s first. I could see her chest mottling, her breathing was becoming more and more ragged and I could feel her pussy contracting. Moments later I was proven right as she gripping me even tighter.
“Nnnnnnngh, nnnngh, nnnggggg, YESSSS…” she shrieked, convulsing beneath me.
This reaction, both physical, but also verbal, was the catalyst for my own orgasm.
“Oooh, oooohhhh, FUCKKKKK!!” I cried out, arching my back as I spewed a second load of spunk into her in less than an hour.
Collapsing onto the bed in a sweaty heap we lay there, in exhausted silence, for several minutes as we captured our breath and reflected on the enormity of what we’d just experienced.
In later years, as I became more sexually experienced I came to realise that it was not particularly common for women to climax through penetrative sex. And, I imagine, most certainly not the first time that they have sex. So Sally’s arousal and orgasms was another illustration of how sexual a being she was was. Though her bookish, almost dull, exterior certainly didn’t hint at those hidden carnal depths. I was just hugely grateful that, somehow or other, I had discovered them.
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For the next several months, whenever we were able to find sufficient time alone, we continued our sexual exploration together. With fucking, in an increasing variety of positions, now added to our repertoire. As I’ve related above, I really do think that this was, primarily, a physical connection. Neither of us, fortunately, got “hung up” on the other. And we clearly agreed that our relationship would never be formalsied or become public. All of that said, I look back on that period as one of the happier times of my life. With that summer particularly enjoyable.
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