A Pussy Named Amber

"OK," she panted, and gobbled me all the way down again. My balls hung against her nose and eyes. I pumped in and out slowly and cautiously, and, in spite of my intense pleasure, continued my lapping. I nibbled her clit and again felt her tremble. I dipped two twisting fingers in her honey pot, a third in her ass. After preliminary tremors, her vaginal walls began to pulsate. Seconds later, her whole body, still underneath me of course, shook like an earthquake, with cataclysmic contractions. And just then I came as well. It felt like I shot a quart of semen down her esophagus, right into her stomach. But she held me in, all through our orgasms. She had found a way to breathe — what a trooper! Finally, I pulled out. I tried to stand up, but my legs were shaking like jelly. I flopped down on the bed next to her.

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah," she said.

To make a long story shorter, I moved into a hotel, and over the next two weeks Amber was able to get away for several passionate visits to my room. We lived for those visits. She told her friend Andrea all about us, and we almost tried the old phony-sleepover trick so we could spend a whole night together, but we were afraid her parents would find out. Our last afternoon was tearful, but that doesn't matter anymore. Amber is now a freshman at a college about half an hour from my house. Her roommate is Andrea, and I'm getting to know her better, too.

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