Dorsai - Close knit family

Even with her obviously able to take pleasure in having my cock in her, I was still ready to wait for her to start moving first — if you don't count the fact that I reached up to cup my hands under her breasts and start teasing her nipples with my thumbs. After a few seconds of that, she put her hands over mine to hold them there ( entirely unnecessary!) before she began rocking her hips.

Her movements were small and slow at first, but quickly became faster and longer as she started to enjoy the feeling more and more. In just a couple of minutes, she was sliding herself along nearly half my penis with considerable enthusiasm.

I have to admit that I was still more than a little bit surprised that she not only had the desire for us to make love again, but the ability, too. But that surprised didn't even begin to get in the way of my enjoyment at feeling her tight sheath sliding up and down on my manhood. When I looked down to where we were coupled, I was fascinated by the sight of my cock (shiny with her oils) disappearing into her, only to see it bracketed by her inner lips as it reappeared. It was only after I'd watched a few cycles of that memorable sight that I thought to get Karen's attention, and tell her "If you'll lean forward and arch your back, you should be able to see something I think you'll like."

She did as I suggested, and then lowered her head to see what I was looking at; a second later, I heard her gasp before softly saying "It… it looks so sexy … and I can see it while I'm feeling it, too…", followed by a heartfelt moan. Both of us watched as she slowly lifted herself almost completely off of me, then just as slowly filled herself with my erection again; it wasn't until she'd repeated her actions several times that she moved to sit up again, saying "That is so sexy to see — but I want to feel it even more…"

Once she mentioned it, I realized that she had a pretty good point — as interesting as it was to watch my cock disappearing into her tight twat, the feeling of it was infinitely better. As she started to resume her previous movements on me, I started trying to see if I couldn't add to her pleasure in other ways. The most obvious targets for my attentions were her breasts, which were firm enough that they swayed only slightly as she moved; I spent no small amount of time caressing and gently squeezing them — rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and softly pinching and pulling on them. When she leaned forward to put her hands on the bed, I was even able to lift my head far enough to suck on the peaks of her breasts, and tenderly bite them… something that pleased her greatly.

But her tits weren't my only target. It was still fun, if not quite as much, to run my hands over every part of her tight little body that I could reach — her silken thighs, the firm globes of her ass, the smooth skin of her sides and back, the delicate curves of her waist and hips… all were subjected to my tender ministrations. As the delicate touch of my fingertips continued to wander her young body, I could feel Karen's womanhood get warmer and wetter with her increasing arousal, as evidenced by the faint blush she'd developed on her face and shoulders.

Still, even Karen's youthful vigor had it's limits when she was in an unfamiliar position and so much smaller than I was; I could tell when she started to get a little tired, and put my hands on her hips to get her to hold still so I could tell her "We don't have to stop" — "Good! I don't want to!" — "but I think maybe you'd like it if we changed around so you could take it easy for a bit?"

"How?"

"If you want to try something different" — "You betcha!" — "you can get on your hands and knees, and I'll be behind you. Then I'm doing the work, and you can rest."

I saw her nipples perk up slightly at my suggestion, and she quickly answered "Yeah, I'd like that…"

She lifted herself off of me, moaning slightly when my cock finally slipped free of her, then readily turned and lowered herself to her hands and knees. I didn't delay in getting to my knees, then behind her — where I had to stop and enjoy the view of her almost-bare mound divided by the parentheses of her glistening and parted labia, with the globes of her cute ass above. Only when she wiggled her hips at me did I remember what I was there for, and move myself close enough to finish what we'd started. It took a little adjustment by both of us before we were in a position that I could wedge the head of my cock against her opening; holding myself steady, I pressed my hips forward, filling her with my manhood in just a single steady, slow thrust as she moaned her pleasure.

When the firm mounds of her ass were pressed against my lower belly, I held myself still in her for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling; then I eased about half my cock out of her before burying myself in her again. Giving her time to let me know if she was having any problems, I started experimenting to find out how she liked me to move in her — fast or slow, long strokes or short, and so on. It didn't take me long to decide that she was agreeable to pretty much anything, as long as it meant my cock was moving in her. With that settled, I simply got myself settled into a rhythm that would let me fuck her for as long as possible.

That proved to be one of the best decisions I'd made in a long time.

With my erection steadily pistoning in and out of her, Karen's enjoyment and arousal increased apace. It was but a very few minutes before I felt her have a small orgasm — about the same as she'd had when I'd climaxed in her the night before. The sensation of her warm, wet sheath getting even tighter around me as I continued to plunder her treasure was a delight… and a surprise, learning that she could enjoy sex THAT much, that soon after giving me her virginity.

She surprised me again several minutes later with another orgasm that was discernably stronger, and lasted longer. It also stimulated the hell out of me to have her clenching around me tight enough that only her ample lubrication made it possible to keep moving in her. By the time her second climax was over, she'd moved me a lot closer to finding my own release.

What with her being as receptive (pardon the pun!) to sexual pleasure as she was, I didn't see any reason not to make my own approaching climax better, too — and started thrusting into her with longer, slower strokes to increase the pressure I could feel building inside me. Karen let me know that she thought that was just dandy with an increase in the moans and verbal encouragement she was giving voice to.

When my cock signalled that it was going to happen now , rather than slam myself into her the way I wanted to, I held her by the hips and tried to press myself as far into her as I could — even as I felt her clamp down on me with the beginning of her third orgasm since I'd gotten behind her.

The tightening of her vagina was in almost perfect counterpoint to the pulses of cum that erupted from the end of my cock — she would clench around me and intensify my pleasure, then relax enough to let me try to coat her tonsils with my jism before she tightened around me again.

By the time it was over, both of us were panting; I got an idea of how intense it had been for Karen when I felt her begin to wobble slightly in front of me. Wanting to enjoy the warm confines of her for a little longer, I carefully guided her forward so that she could lay down on the bed while I stayed right behind her. Supporting my weight on my elbows, I was able to cover her body with mine while keeping my slowly-deflating cock inside her.

I'd gotten my breath back, and had applied a number of soft kisses to her shoulder and ear and cheek when I heard her quietly ask "Is it always going to feel that good when I have sex? Or were you doing something special to make it better for me?"