We started to really rock, and I started pulling out almost all the way and then driving in as far as I could. I laid on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me as tight as she could. Our bodies were so close. I kept pumping my hips into her as fast and hard as I could, getting faster and faster. I could feel it building and building. I was gonna cum. Honestly I never even thought about pulling out.
I was gonna fuck her until I came, because that was the point of fucking. I started going faster and faster until all of a sudden my hips just spasmed and thrusted up into her as hard and deep as I could push. I was as deep as I could get and just started to spurt cum up inside her. Over and over. I had to have cum at least 5, maybe six times inside her, just filling her with it.
I collapsed on top of her. She was still holding me as tight as she could, moaning a little, crying just a little, but still holding me as tight as she could. My cock still hard inside her, but fading quickly. My head was next to hers and I was saying, how amazing that was. She was saying how she couldn’t believe she let me do that. She didn’t think I actually would go through with it. I said yeah, but it was amazing.
We lay there talking about it a bit. Then she realized that I had cum inside her, and a LOT. She got so nervous. She started getting upset and ran home to take a shower. I got dressed and went over to talk with her. I didn’t want her to worry too much, although I had no idea what to do. This all led to her telling her mom about after she got home. I thought I was dead. Turns out her mother wasn’t surprised that we did it.
She was surprised we did it so soon, but not surprised. Her mom never told her dad. She never told MY parents. And the next day they went to the doctor and got checked out and got, I guess, the morning after pill or something, and put her on birth control. The next time I was over there her mom lectured us on safe sex and bla bla bla. And her mom would never let us in the house alone with the door closed. But she couldn’t keep us apart all the time.
We did do it again. And again and again. Any time we were between significant others, or one of us got dumped, or our parents pissed us off, or we were just plain horny. But we never actually dated. We were still just best friends all through school and to this day. We were still “divorced” as she said, but it was NOT because the sex was bad.
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