Dorsai - Taxi

It didn't take long before I could feel the area between her labia getting wetter and wetter with her steadily increasing desire. My fingertips told me that her labia were thin and soft, and that higher up, her clitoris was a trifle larger than most – and from her reaction when I first touched it, sensitive.

With her moaning almost constantly by that time, I finished moving myself over her; apparently without realizing it, she spread her legs even farther apart to make room for mine as I used my arms to hold myself over her. That accomplished, the next thing for me to do was to gradually shift my oral attentions from her breasts to include more of her; my lips nibbling on her ears had her groaning with desire and running her fingernails down my back in mere seconds.

Slowly, gradually, and as indirectly as I could, I worked my way down her body as I applied soft lip-bites, kisses, licks, and other ministrations to every square inch of her flesh that I could reach. I had my lips in the luxuriousness of her pubic thatch before she realized where I seemed to be headed, and what I might have in mind. She managed to pull herself together long enough to look down at me and mutter "I never… that hasn't… no one has ever done that to me before…"

I paused only long enough to tell her "Wait until you know what it feels like before you tell me 'no', okay?"

She managed a reluctant nod before letting her head fall back and a soft moan escape her lips.

It wasn't much longer until I was in one of the positions I'd wanted since I'd first seen her nude: looking at the core of her as I prepared to sample her treasures. I saw that her pubic hair stayed dense until just after it passed the bottom of her cleft, then ended abruptly. Just above, her dark and extended labia bracketed her opening, which was all but dripping her essence. At the top of her cleft, her clitoris was the size of a large pea and had made its appearance from underneath its hood; the scent of her was strong, but still pleasant. Lowering my head, I stuck my tongue out and softly ran it along her opening from bottom to top so that I finished by gently running the very tip across her clitoris. My efforts were rewarded with a deep and impassioned groan from her while I savored the light and vaguely salty taste of her oils. A moment later, I repeated my action, only letting my tongue dip a little farther into her. Getting pretty much the same response from her as I had the first time, that was all the encouragement I needed to continue.

I happily spent the next several minutes introducing her to the pleasures of being on the receiving end of oral sex: running my tongue between her labia and tasting her essence, gently pulling on her vaginal lips with my tongue, fluttering the very tip of my tongue across her sensitive clit, and all manner of other things I'd learned to please and arouse a woman. As I was doing all of that, the sounds of her passion increased in frequency and intensity; I knew I was having the desired effect, and have to admit to feeling rather pleased with myself as I moved her closer and closer to what was most likely her first-ever orgasm with a man.

She'd taken to trying to clasp her thighs together – my head prevented her from succeeding – and I could tell that she was almost there when she suddenly arched her pelvis up and spread her thighs farther than I thought she could as her body was overwhelmed with powerful spasms.

Half-afraid to do anything to intensify the experience for her, I pulled my head back a bit and watched as her vaginal opening alternated between clenching in time with the tremors going through her body, and then relaxing enough to allow a small amount of her oils to flow out of her. After witnessing that happen a couple of times without doing anything, I simply couldn't pass it up any longer and had to begin licking them up as they appeared. The taste I'd gotten of her before had been faint and light, but the greater amount of her essence that I got proved to be even better: still light, but also a trifle musky and earthy at the same time – and most definitely delicious!

I didn't figure that I was doing anything to actually make her orgasm more powerful, but as I continued, I didn't have any doubt that I was dramatically slowing the process of her recovery; she'd stopped gasping for air and was lying there panting, but each pass of my tongue across her opening would cause her breath to catch in her throat and and have her lifting her hips in response to my actions.

Still, the human body does have its limits, and the intermittent release of her fluids eventually (mostly) dried up. After delaying long enough to try and memorize the sight of her, I moved over her again so that I was in a position to enter her.

When she opened her eyes and looked up at me, I could see how much pleasure she'd felt; I didn't doubt what the answer would be when I asked "Would you like us to make love now?"

Realizing that all I'd done had been use my mouth on her, she got wide-eyed at the thought that there was still more. It took her only the briefest of moments to answer "Yes, dear Jim – I would like that very much!"

When I shifted my body a bit and got the head of my erection touching the entrance to her vagina, I saw her get a bit apprehensive. Knowing what the problem was, I gently told her "Saleh, I want to make love with you. I don't want to only feel my own pleasure, and I'm not going to do anything that would hurt you or make you unhappy. I won't take what you will not give to me. Nothing will happen between us that you don't want to happen. Okay?"

Between the words I'd spoken, and the way that I waited patiently for her answer, she seemed to get the reassurance that she needed. I saw her visibly relax before spreading her legs to open herself to me a little more. There was trust and confidence in her voice when she answered "Yes, Jim, I understand. You've shown me that you are patient and gentle, and that I can trust you. Please, accept what I give you of myself."

Reaching between us, I took hold of my erect penis; moving the head of it across her opening a few times, I was able to wet it with enough of her oils to let us begin. When I positioned myself at her opening, I softly pressed against her to hold myself in place. Looking into her eyes, I could see that she was a willing partner in what was about to happen.

Still, when I began to press myself into her, I felt her tense up. I immediately eased up, and waited to see what would happen. She quickly relaxed, and I tried again – though a bit slower and easier. When she started to get tense again, I stopped what I was doing (though without backing off) and waited. It was then that she really believed that I truly wasn't going to do anything to hurt her or make her unhappy. She readily relaxed, and indicated to me that she was ready for me to try again. I did, and felt it as she deliberately relaxed so she could give herself to me.

Holding her eyes, I patiently and carefully increased the pressure so she would know that if she had any problems of any kind, I was ready to stop. Simply knowing that seemed to be enough for her, and my progress into her was steady, if still a bit slow – and ultimately successful. When the head of my cock finally slipped past the tight ring of her entrance, she gasped slightly even as I stopped and held myself still in her. She closed her eyes, and several moments went by before she opened them again and arched herself up toward me in encouragement for me to continue.

Lowering my head, I softly kissed her lips before raising myself back up and gently easing my hips forward again. She was small inside; whether that was because her ex was hung like a gerbil (as I silently hoped), or because of how long it had been since he'd been with her last, I'd never know. What was certain, though, was that the tightness (and incredible heat!) of her felt great around me. Wet as she was, I was able to fill her with my manhood in a single long, slow thrust; even as I felt her opening clenching around the base of my cock, I could feel the end of it touching the deepest part of her. I again held myself still in her, giving her however much time she needed or wanted to not only get used to having me inside her, but become comfortable with it.