Explode inside her

With the extra lubrication from her climax, you side in and out of Monica's cunt even more easily,

"Oh God, Kyle" She pants as she fists handfuls of the quilt under her. "Please, it's too much!" Her cries of pleasure are definitely better than her 'schoolgirl' act. Still you don't stop, instead you slam into her even harder as you feel your own orgasm nearing. You hope to God that this vivacious language teacher is on the pill, because you're going to pump enough cum into her now well-stretched pussy to start a sperm bank. A guttural exclamation of pleasure fills the room mingling with Monica's feminine gasps of pleasure.

"Oh yeah," you can hold back no longer, "Oh fucking yeah!" Pounding into her from above, you squirt jet after jet of cum into her until you collapse onto her soft breasts and slowly recover from the sex. That was exactly what you needed to wipe away the feeling of Diana Naylor's strong grip on your arm and concerned look from your brain. However, even as you lay panting on Monica's full breasts and toned figure, that train of thought drifts towards wondering what Ms. Naylor's slender body would feel like pressed to the bed beneath your hard frame.

With an angry grimace you roll off of Monica and stare up at the ceiling in silence. You lie there together, side by side on the bed for almost a minute; both of you slowly recovering from this unexpected encounter. When her breathing returns to a more normal level with a sigh she rolls onto her side and looks at you a little nervously.

"Do you think I'm totally weird, Kyle." Her eyes search yours for any indication of how you feel. "I'm not always like that, I promise. It's just," she hesitates briefly but then goes on in a rush. "I saw the paddle, and you looked so much like a schoolgirl's fantasy I got a little carried away."

"Well, it was a little different." You admit, "but you are one damn sexy woman."

"I'll take it." Monica laughs shyly until a new concern flashes across her face. "Hey, umm, this doesn't mean we're dating, right?" She sits up and adjusts her dress self-consciously. "I mean you seem really nice and if you want to go out sometime that'd be cool." She licks her lips nervously before finishing what she's clearly worried about. "It's just I don't want you to expect every date to necessarily end like this...I'm sorry Kyle, I'm saying this all wrong, but I just don't want you to think I'm some kind of kinky slut."