Keep going as long as you can

With the extra lubrication from her climax, you side in and out of Monica's cunt even more easily, but you don't let your pace increase. Not yet. Methodically you ram into her as she squirms in the bed before you, never letting her come all the way down from the heights of her orgasm. In fact as you scoop one of her legs under your arm and bend it to her shoulder you feel her begin to shudder again.

"Oh God, Kyle" She pants as she fists handfuls of the quilt under her. "Please, it's too much!" Still you don't stop. Ignoring her half-hearted protests, you fold the leg over her hip so she is lying half on her side and you can slide into her from behind. The extra pressure of her legs clenched together is starting to break down your willpower and as you hold her in place you finally let the pace of your fucking pick up.

"Aiiiighh!" Monica screams loudly as a third orgasm rocks her slender frame, and this time you allow yourself to go along for a ride. You hope to God that this vivacious language teacher is on the pill, because you pump enough cum into her now well-stretched pussy to start a sperm bank. Her cries of pleasure are definitely turning you on, and for a second or two you try to imagine Diana Naylor crying out in orgasmic bliss as you fill her with your cock.

"Oh yeah," you can hold back no longer, "Oh fucking yeah!" Your grunts of satisfaction join with Monica's gasps of pleasure until you collapse onto her again and slowly recover from the sex.

A minute later you are lying side by side on the bed slowly recovering from this unexpected encounter. Her breathing slowly returns to a more normal level and with a sigh she turns to look at you.

"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. suddenly looking a little concerned. "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."