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enough to let her reach an orgasm.

Pausing a moment – and getting a groan of disappointment from her – I reached down to lever her knees over my arms, tilting her pelvis up a bit more, and spreading her as far as she could comfortably go. She seemed to understand what I was doing, and reached down to grasp her legs, taking some of the pressure off my arms – and, incidentally, exposing her breasts to me.

As I resumed my thrusts – accompanied by a moan of pleasure – I delighted in the wobbling of her breasts as I moved in her. It was such a delightful sight that I couldn't resist lowering my head and taking one of her nipples in my mouth, and sucking on it in time with my thrusts. In only a few moments, she was panting her pleasure, and gasping encouragement to me. It was an awkward position, though, and when I started to feel her hunching herself up to me, released it so that I could have the breath I needed as I increased both the speed and force of my thrusts in her.

The change of position, and the change in activity, seemed to be just what she needed – it wasn't but a couple more minutes before she started an almost frantic hunching up against me, followed by the start of her orgasm. As the first spasm hit her, she started making a high-pitched keening sound, whose volume increased and lowered as I felt her tighten and loosen around my erection as I held it as deeply inside her as I could.

Finally, the last few mild spasms passed, and she was able to open her eyes to look up at me as she gasped to get her breath back.

Smiling down at her, I couldn't help but ask 'I trust you enjoyed that?'

'Damrite!'

'Do you think you're ready for some more, now?'

With the realization that I was still hard, and still inside her, her eyes grew to the size of saucers before she said 'ohgodyes!'

'You want to try something else, now?'

'Youbet!'

'When you're ready, you can get up on your hands and knees, and I can make love to you from behind – it will be a little easier for both of us.'

After a couple of false starts, she managed to get control of her arms and legs, moaning slightly as I withdrew from her so she could move.

She rolled over, and shakily got into the desired position. I couldn't help but laugh as I asked her 'Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now, you know.'

'Don't you dare!' she was able to say. 'I get to have you until you climax, and I want as much as you can give me! This is too much fun, and feels too good to stop now.'

That settled, I easily moved up behind her, and with one hand on her hip, used the other to guide myself back between her labia. Once I was in position, she managed to rock herself back a little, and getting the glans of my erection inside her. As she moved forward again, I followed her, staying inside, as I put my other hand on her other hip. Holding her steady, I carefully hunched myself forward, pushing my still-slick erection back inside her – accompanied by her growl of pure animal satisfaction.

Staying inside her, I began a series of slow, steady strokes that she welcomed by throwing her head back, and groaning in pleasure.

Leaning forward a bit, I was able to reach down to her gently swaying breasts, holding and squeezing them, and pinching and pulling on her nipples as I held still, letting her rock herself back and forth on my erection. It didn't take long for her to find a rhythm that suited her: I could feel it as she got even wetter inside, and as her breasts tightened up even more.

We continued like that for the next several minutes; me playing with her breasts and nipples as she rocked back against me, slowly forcing more and more of her fluids out, where they drenched not only me, but her, as well – looking down, I could see a small trickle of her oils as they slowly ran down the inside of her thigh. And as the time slowly passed, so did the speed that she moved. Finally, when I realized that she was again ready for an orgasm, I released my hold on her breasts, and placed my hands on her hips, holding her steady as I began to thrust into her again.

Gradually, the speed and force of my movements increased – and judging from the gasps and moans she voiced, bringing Sandra closer to another release.

I started to feel the faint stirrings of my climax, and slowed down a bit to try and hold it off – but Sandra wasn't having any of that. She managed to gasp out to me 'No! Keep going, hard like that! I don't care if you shoot, or not – I'm so close!'

Ever the gentleman, and willing to please a lady, I resumed my previous actions – going from rapid, shallow thrusts, to deep, penetrations where I was almost pounding into her, and back again. After a couple more minutes, I knew that there wasn't any way that I wasn't going to climax; fortunately, Sandra had kept pace with me, and gasped out 'Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod' just a few moments before her fourth climax hit her like a freight train. So strong was it that she wasn't able to make any noise; all she could do was throw her head back, the tendons of her neck standing out like steel cables, and gasp like a fish as spasm after spasm passed through her – and around me. As tight as she was when her internal muscles clamped down on me, she was still very wet and hot and slick inside; I didn't have any trouble firmly thrusting into her for the last few strokes I needed before I fired the first shot of my semen, deep inside her. Deep in her own bliss, her eyes still flew open as I did, and I could see a look of absolute amazement cross her face before the next wave of her orgasm washed over her.

As the last few drops of my semen dribbled out of me, I could feel her internal muscles making a last few milking sensations; it was enough to cause me to piston in and out of her a couple of last times – and working our combined juices into a pinkish-white froth that soaked both of us as they were forced out – before burying myself in her again.

I was almost exhausted, but managed to hold her steady as she all but collapsed on the bed. I guided her down to the bed, and keeping my semi-erect penis inside her, managed to get us onto our sides, so that I could hold and comfort her as she recovered.

We lay like that for several minutes, my softening penis finally pulling free of her, and the small shudders that passed through her coming farther and farther apart, and finally disappearing completely. After a bit, she stirred a little, and I moved back slightly, so that she could roll over onto her back. She did, and when she'd settled, I moved next to her again, my hand holding her breast and my arm resting on her body.

She smiled up at me, tiredly, and after a few seconds, closed her eyes and fell asleep. I drifted off, too, into a half-sleep, coming awake each time she moved, or made a noise.

Perhaps ten minutes later, I woke up again, and needing to take a leak, headed into the bathroom. When I was done, I got a warm, damp washcloth and towel, bringing them back to the bed where I started to clean off Sandra. After a several wipes with the cloth, she woke up a bit, looking slightly confused. Then, when she saw me, she woke up the rest of the way, and noticed what I was doing. She stretched mightily – I could hear a few joints pop – and laid back, letting me continue what I was doing.

As I dried off the last bit of her, she smiled at me, and said 'That is*so* sweet. You knew I'd want to clean up a bit, and let me sleep while you did it. That's the kind of thing that makes you the person I wanted to give my virginity to.'

I smiled back, and said 'In case you forgot, you did give your virginity to me. Rather enthusiastically, as I recall.'

She giggled, and answered 'Oh, yeah, I remember. Boy, do I remember! I loved every minute of it, and I'll never forget it. And you weren't too shabby in the enthusiasm department, yourself, buster. That last orgasm I had was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced! I thought I was going to die, it felt so good. And when you, uh, shot your stuff inside me, I could feel it, just like Jan said. It was amazing!'

That settled, she noticed that I hadn't cleaned myself up, yet – and quickly insisted on doing it for me. Gently directing me to lay down on my back, she was soon wiping the remains of our combined juices, softly and carefully. When she finished, she lay down next to me, curling next to my side and putting her arm on my chest. We lay there like that for several minutes, simply cuddling and enjoying each other's company.

Finally, though, I felt obliged to get back to the others, and suggested a shower – together or alone, her choice. She told me that she wanted to clean up a bit before we cleaned up, and I told her to go ahead, and I'd join her in a few minutes. She went into the bathroom, and I took the opportunity to change the sheets on the bed – not so much out of fastidiousness, but out of consideration for anyone else that might find their way into the bedroom.