Dorsai - Taxi

I waited patiently (as far as she could tell, anyway) for her to let me know if/when she wanted me to continue. As I held myself still over her, I could feel occasional twitches in her vagina which were quite sufficient to keep me erect.

To my surprise, it wasn't but a minute or so before she told me "I'm ready, Jim. Make love with me."

Even hearing that, I was still careful to start slowly and gently: easing my hips back so that I slowly withdrew from her until only about half my cock was in her, pausing for a moment, then just as slowly entering her again. As I refilled her, she closed her eyes and released a soft moan; at first, I thought she was in pain – but quickly realized that quite the opposite was true.

Over the next few minutes, I steadily increased the length and speed of my movements in her to the accompaniment of her moans of pleasure. By the time I'd settled into a steady motion in her, she was running her hands along my sides and her fingernails down my back as she held her pelvis tilted up and her legs parted in eager welcome to my actions. To my amazement, it wasn't but a few minutes more that she slid into another orgasm: as her fingernails dug into my back, I felt her vagina tighten around me and begin an incredible rippling that started just behind the opening of her womanhood and progressed inward from there.

As wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body, the feeling of her vagina around my cock got to me more and more; it took everything I could manage not to empty myself into her before her climax began to taper off – and even then, if she'd gone on for another ten seconds, I might have done it anyway. She simply felt THAT damn good!

However it happened – sheer willpower, mentally distracting myself, or the grace of the Great Pumpkin – I was able to keep making love with her after she had her first coital orgasm. Still tight, she was even wetter inside, and the aroma of her got even thicker in the air as the room was filled with the liquid sounds of our coupling and her sounds of pleasure and arousal.

It didn't take long for me to get back into the rhythm that I'd been in before. I didn't have the slightest doubt that her next climax would do me in; what I was hoping was that after I had a chance to recover, my natural male limitations would work to my benefit. That was assuming that after having experienced those few orgasms, she didn't decide that she'd had enough 'teaching', and wanted me to leave…

But that was for later. Of more immediate interest to me was what I was involved in right then: not only pistoning in and out of her, but lowering my head so that I could nibble on her earlobes and kiss her shoulders and suck and gently 'chew' on her erect nipples.

Sadly, I didn't get to do those things as much as I'd have liked: it didn't take as long as I would have wanted before she was approaching her release again. For the life of me, I couldn't understand how or why her ex-husband had failed to bring out the passion and desire that she was so capable of; if he'd given her the care and attention that she deserved, both of them would have been a whole lot happier. But his loss was my gain, so to speak, and I was having a great time taking advantage of his shortcomings…

As Saleh got closer and closer to her climax, I simply tried to make the best of the situation by doing what I could to make our respective experiences as powerful as I could – not that I doubted I was going to enjoy it!

Although it was a bit awkward for me, I kept my mouth busy on her breasts as I continued my thrusts into Saleh's channel. Judging from the noises she made, she seemed to particularly enjoy it when I suck and 'chewed' on them at the same time. I'd taken a brief respite from doing that by nibbling on one of her ears, and had just started in on one of her nipples again when she fell into an orgasm that I could tell was stronger than either of the other two: she all but froze underneath me for a few moments before her body essentially convulsed with the first wave of her release.

After that first awesome spasm passed through her, the rest of them were relatively tame – but the operative word there is relatively: there couldn't have been any doubt in anyones mind that she was experiencing a powerful sexual release. I managed to make several more strokes into her before finally giving myself over to the fluttering of her vagina; pressing myself into her as far as I could manage, I felt the first jet of my cum erupt from the end of my cock. That was followed a moment later by the sensation of her fingernails digging into (but thankfully not scratching!) my back as she tried to press her pelvis up against mine.

I continued to pour myself into her in powerful spurts, in counterpoint to the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body and the feelings her womanhood created around my penis.

My age and gender were the deciding factors in which of us reached the end of our release first: she was continuing to have occasional 'aftershocks' when I reached the point of being able to get myself together enough to lower my body over hers. Supporting myself on my elbows, I used my body as a kind of living blanket for her as I began softly kissing her face and neck and shoulders. I felt her begin to relax under me after a bit, and her hands went from pressing against my back to slowly caressing my sides. Shortly after that, she raised her head to give me a deep and heartfelt kiss before looking up at me and saying "That was so wonderful! I never thought that having a man inside me could feel that good! When you used your mouth… it felt good, and the pleasure was amazing. I was still a little bit nervous about the other part – but when you were so gentle, and showed me that you were willing to wait until I was ready, I knew that you could make it feel good for me. I couldn't imagine that it would be like that, though! And to have it happen twice!"

Between her words, the way she was reacting, and the expression on her face, there wasn't any reason to think that she would be anything but a willing and enthusiastic lover for any man that she chose to share her bed and affection with.

"Saleh, dear… that is what it is supposed to be like when you share yourself with someone. But it isn't just the physical part of it that matters. It's what you have in your mind, and in your heart, and what he has in his, that make the difference. You told me before that the reason your husband wanted to marry you was for the status that having a young and pretty wife would bring him. Can you see that it is the affection we feel for each other that made it possible for you to enjoy what happened with us? That I was patient and gentle with you because I care about you? And that you were able to accept what I offered you because you care about me?"

I watched as she considered that for several seconds. She was smiling when she finally responded "Yes, Jim, I do see that. I think maybe what we feel for each other is something more than just 'affection', though. But I also understand what you said about people having their own lives to live – so the 'affection' that we have will have to stay just that, only for us, and just for the time that we have together."

After I gave her a soft kiss on the lips, I had to shift my weight a bit to rearrange the pressure in my shoulders. When I did, she realized that we were still somewhat coupled.

The expression of mixed surprise and pleasure she got almost had me laughing, but I somehow kept a straight face. After a false start, she managed to ask me "You're still with me? After you…? Why?"

Kissing her again, answered "Because it feels good to me to be in you like that, and I like being next to you this way. I thought that you would like it, too. Do you want me to move?"

She immediately exclaimed "No!", then blushed slightly and more calmly said "I do like having you with me like this – inside and over me, both. I just wasn't expecting it, is all. Before, when he was finished… using me, he would just get off of me and usually fall asleep for a little bit. This is what they call 'snuggling' in the magazines?"