She was afraid, but this pervert thought of getting caught was perhaps heightening her ecstasy. She was now biting me on shoulder, her fingers were clawing on my back, her cunt walls had a firm grip of my lund. This was just too much for me and I climaxed, sending unending sprays of my semen into her tunnel.
Within a few seconds, she too climaxed, clasping me with her legs and hands, as if she wants my entire body to unite with her. As she hit a wave of climaxes, I could feel the contractions of her cunt wall, squeezing and releasing, squeezing out even the last drop of my cum. It was a unique experience for me.
As her climax drained her out, her whole body soon became limp, heavy as lead. I carried her to bed and laid her there. My prick slid out of her vagina, along with cocktail of our juices. She remained motionless, in a trance as if she was gang-raped for hours. When we became sober, she wore her dress back, came near me and hugged me.
I felt she was happy as if she had lived her dream, of making love to object of her fascination. I responded by giving her a warm embrace, still not sure if she will start repenting afterwards. But I was wrong. She coyly indicated that she wanted to see those (xxx) pics one day. I kissed her and squeezed her boob indulgently, looking forward to the next opportunity to fuck her.
We had become sex-partners. Both of us wanted to live our sex fantasies, without disturbing our families. In my next submission, I will tell you our escapades that continued for next two years, till I became obsessed with her gaand. Happy screwing!