Dorsai - The new girl

It didn't take but a very few minutes of that before I felt her vagina begin an intermittent clenching around my cock; figuring that she was getting close to having an orgasm, I simply continued what I was doing. Not much more than a minute later, she experienced what I could tell was one Hell of an orgasm when her entire vagina clamped down on me just ahead of a series of spasms running through it from just behind her opening to the deepest part of her. It wasn't appreciably different from the first time she'd climaxed after I was in her, but there was certainly more of it — if I hadn't already climaxed so recently, it would have easily pushed me over the edge. As it was, I was content to keep myself buried in her so I could enjoy the experience that was more like my cock being milked than anything else.

When the last of the spasms in her womanhood had died out, I carefully slid my thumb back out of her… causing her to shudder from the apparent stimulation. A few moments later, she somehow managed to prop herself up with her arms again before turning her head to look at me and shakily telling me "That felt amazing… but don't do it again unless I ask you, okay, Billy?"

"Sure thing, Charlene."

Satisfied with my response, she went on to say "Now you can just fuck me, okay?" before turning her head forward.

That was a simple enough command that even I could understand it, and that's just what I did: begin fucking her again.

I'd pretty much expected that she was going to be wetter inside after having an orgasm like that, but what flummoxed me was just how much wetter she was: when I first slid my erection back out of her, it almost felt like I'd dipped my cock in a bottle of some kind of lotion. Pressing myself back into was like stuffing my erection into one finger of a rubber glove that someone has filled with warm baby oil, she was still so tight and warm and wet inside. Not that I was complaining, mind you; she felt wonderful to me, and I wasn't the least bit reluctant to do just as she'd asked.

As the next several minutes progressed, Charlenes passion and desire reasserted themselves and she began pushing herself back at me as she gave voice to her increasing pleasure. I was finally starting to feel a little tired when, to my relief, I felt Charlene begin using what she'd learned about controlling her vaginal muscles. It didn't take much of that kind of stimulation to move well along toward my second climax.

I was enthusiastically fucking myself into her when Charlene stopped with the Magic Pussy tricks; a few moments later, she brought one hand off my bed and reached down between her thighs. Even preoccupied with what I was doing, I wondered what she was doing, since I couldn't feel her touching me. Several seconds later, I started to feel her vagina begin to intermittently tighten around me, and realized that she was probably using her hand to stimulate her clitoris. The image of her hand sliding up and down her small shaft while I was fucking her got into my head, and started turning me on a lot more than I would have thought it could. A very few minutes later, and I was about ready to empty myself into her again when she released a (thankfully soft) cry and clamped down on me again.

It took me only a couple more strokes into her hot, tight channel, and I tried to stuff as much of my cock into her as I could as I released a cry of my own with the start of my release.

Once both of us had finished our respective climaxes, we managed to get ourselves down onto the bed and laying on our sides without having to uncouple. I had one arm around Charlene as she lay in front of me; she had her "top" leg draped over both of mine so I could stay inside her for as long as possible.

Both of us were still panting slightly when she turned her head and told me "Thank you, Billy."

"Whatever for?"

"For making me a woman… and doing it so patiently and gently that I've actually had orgasms — and not little ones, either! — while you did it. For being as sweet as you are, and as understanding, and tolerant, and all the rest. For just being you, I think."

I kissed her shoulder, then her ear, before answering "Charlene, you don't have to thank me for any of that. You're the kind of person that I wanted to give MY virginity to, too. You're smart and playful and loving and adventurous and a whole lot more; that's why I love you and care about you the way I do.

Even if we'd never been together like this, or done the other stuff together, I'd still like you — and even love you, a little bit. If you think I've been nice to you, it's only because I've treated you the way you deserve for being who you are, okay?"

I could see her eyes get wet, and tried to head the tears off by telling her "No, don't start crying. If you do, you'll get my pillow all wet and soggy, and I won't be able to sleep with it tonight."

As I'd hoped, the (admittedly) little joke was enough to make her smile and at least try not to let too many tears escape. In exchange for her consideration, I raised up enough to give her a quick kiss before laying back down and trying to snuggle closer to her. The two of us were content to simply lay there in silence for the next few minutes.

As expected, there came the point where both of us knew that my penis had shrunk enough that it was on the verge of slipping out of her. I was the one that actually said something about it by telling her

"I'm probably going to slip out of you any time now."

She sighed before answering "I know, I can feel it. Well, not feel it, actually. I just don't want to have to move."

"You don't have to on myaccount, if that helps any."

"No, I'm not going to make you have to change your sheets and everything just because of me.

'Specially not after you've made me feel so good, and made me so happy. Besides, I really should be getting back to Eva — I mean, I'm supposed to be staying the night with her, and everything!"

I had a sudden thought then, and told her "I've got a couple of propositions for you."

Giggling, she told me "You don't have to proposition me, Billy. I'm yours any time you want me!"

I had to laugh, too, before I told her "Not that kind of proposition, ding-dong. What I was going to say was that you're more than welcome to use my shirt to, uh, catch anything on your way to the bathroom; and if you want, I'd be delighted to take a shower with you if you want."

She considered it for a moment before telling me "Yeah, it'd probably be a good idea if I didn't leave any stains on the carpet that your folks would ask about. And I'd love to have you in the shower with me!"

Uncertainly, I asked "Do you, um, need to be alone in the bathroom before we clean up?"

She giggled again, and answered "I don't think so. After you've had your thumb in my butt, I'm not going to worry about you seeing me cleaning your stuff out!"

Just then, my cock finally pulled free of her intimate embrace; after telling her "Hold still a sec…", I moved to where I could reach down and grab the shirt I'd been wearing when she came into my room. I handed it to her, and before I could move or turn my head, she unabashedly spread her legs and got it tucked into her crotch before closing her legs to hold it there. After that little demonstration, I didn't have any doubt that she really was okay with having me see her getting my semen out.

A moment later, without saying a word, she got up and took me by the hand, leading the way to the bathroom. She wanted to be the one to adjust the water, so I had to content myself with standing behind her with my deflated penis tucked into the crack of her ass while I reached around her and cupped her breasts (and teased her nipples). That complicated her efforts with the shower, but she didn't complain; I had to let go of her when we got under the spray, but then a completely different set of rules applied.