Dorsai - Taxi

From sparring with her in karate class, I thought I had a pretty good idea of how much energy Bonnie had, and how far her endurance could take her. As she slid herself up and down on my manhood, I discovered that what I'd thought I knew wasn't even close to what she was capable of – at least, not with the motivation she seemed to have just then. She'd developed a fine sheen of perspiration from her efforts (which only made her look even sexier to me), but hadn't given any indication that she was even thinking about taking a break. From the way she was panting, and the increasing frequency of the noises she was making, I didn't doubt for a moment that she was enjoying what she was doing; what I was starting to wonder about was how long it would take her to orgasm from 'just' having my cock moving in her. I considered the situation for a bit, and finally decided that since she'd said that she wanted to learn from me, there wasn't any reason I shouldn't become a more active participant. With that settled in my mind, it took me only a second to decide that helping her have a climax before she exhausted herself was probably a good idea. From there, it was only a few seconds before I settled on getting my hand between her thighs and extending my thumb so that when she came down on me, it would rub across her clit.

When she discovered what I'd done, her first reaction was to open her eyes and release a deep groan. Her second was to shift the way she was moving on me; from up and down being at roughly equal speeds, she changed to the up part being pretty much the same, but the down happening much faster. As wet as she was, and the way she was leaning forward, her oils were naturally being drawn down by gravity to her clitoris, keeping it (and my thumb) well lubricated. It didn't take her long to discover that there was a limit to just how fast she could raise and lower her whole body; she simply shifted her efforts so that her upper body remained still while she arched her pelvis up and down more and more quickly. I moved my thumb a bit to better accommodate what she was doing, and earned myself a loud moan of pleasure for my thoughtfulness. Then when I used my free hand to start playing with her breasts again – and particularly gently pinching and pulling on her nipples – she seemed to go into overdrive; it couldn't have been two minutes before she all but slammed herself down onto my cock as she nearly screamed with the start of an orgasm.

As tight as she'd been before, the additional pressure of her vaginal muscles clenching around my cock almost had me convinced that I had gone to heaven. Starting from near her opening and progressing deeper inside, her vagina would tighten around me – except that when she had clamped down on nearly my entire length, the deepest part of her would seem to expand, creating a sensation that felt for all the world like her insides were actually sucking on me. It was the damnedest thing I'd ever experienced, and made me look forward to having it happen when I was ready to climax, too.

Somewhat selfishly, I didn't want her to have too strong of an orgasm, so I refrained from doing anything to intensify or prolong her pleasure. I wanted her to get herself together sooner than she had after I'd used my mouth on her, so that we could change positions and we could start fucking.

When the waves of release coursing through her body began to taper off, I leaned forward and took her into my arms, supporting her as she recovered from what she'd just been through. It also gave me the chance to kiss her again – lips, shoulders, neck, and even her earlobes were touched by my lips. I knew she was starting to recover when I heard her soft "Dear god, I didn't know it could feel like that to have a guy in me!"

I softly nuzzled her ear (causing her to shiver) as I just as softly told her "That's what it should be like for you, every time."

She pulled herself back a little bit so that she could look into my face as she told me "But only when I'm with a guy that cares about making me happy, too – and that's something I'm not going to forget", before leaning against me again and resting her head on my shoulder as she finished catching her breath.

It wasn't much more than a minute later that I figured it was okay to ask her "You think you're ready to go on now?"

She pulled back from me a little bit, and the expression on her face made it clear that she didn't know what I was talking about – until she shifted her weight slightly, and felt that I was still hard and still inside her.

I was surprised by the troubled look she had when she asked "Didn't what we were doing feel good for you, too? Did I do something wrong?"

After giving her a quick kiss, I answered "Oh, what you were doing felt just fine to me; and no, you didn't do anything wrong. After what you did for me before, it's just going to take longer before I climax again. With us guys, it's pretty much the opposite of how it is for women; instead of climaxes happening faster and easier like it is for you, the more we have, the longer it takes and more difficult it is for us to have another one", in reassurance. "If you hadn't already given me one, what we were doing would have finished me off for certain – I promise!"

Hearing that everything was okay, it took only a moment for Bonnie to perk up and tell me "If you still can, then YES, I'm ready to go on!"

"You still look a little tired", I told her. "How about if we change around a little bit so you can take it easy for a bit?"

She readily agreed, and it took only a few seconds for us to decide what to do next. My suggestion that I do her from behind visibly aroused her. Lifting herself off my erection with a small moan of disappointment, she quickly got herself turned around before getting positioned on her hands and knees. I got so fascinated by the sight of her ass and the slightly-drooling slit of her sex surrounded by her pale pubic hair that she had to wiggle her ass at me to get me moving again.

When I was positioned behind her, I levered my cock down and got the head of it wedged against her opening – whereupon she promptly pressed herself back and onto my cock, groaning her pleasure as she took nearly a third of my length before the way her body was lowering toward the bed forced her to a stop.

Getting my hands on her hips, I guided her back up again before arching my hips forward and filling her with a single slow thrust that ended with my pubic hair nestled between the cheeks of her ass, followed by her impassioned "Damn that felt good!"

Figuring she might like it if I did it again, I did. After slowly easing myself out of her so that the tight ring of her opening was right behind the head of my dick, I again filled her with my manhood. She didn't bother saying anything the second time; she just released a soft moan as I felt her get a trifle wetter around me.

That pretty much set the tone for the next little while; me fucking her with long, slow strokes, each one adding to her accumulating pleasure and arousal. When I leaned forward to get one hand on her breasts (I needed the other to support my body), that only increased how quickly her excitement grew. The problem was that bent over her like that wasn't just awkward, it was tiring, so I couldn't spend as much time that way as I wanted to. Still, I managed to get Bonnie going pretty good, so when I had to raise back up again, she was pushing back toward me with each of my thrusts.

It took only a few more minutes before I could tell that she was getting close to having another orgasm. She was noticeably wetter inside than she'd been when I'd first pressed myself into her from behind, and I could see that her grip on the bedcovers was tight enough that all of her knuckles were white. I continued my long and relatively slow thrusts into her, and felt the start of a series of progressively stronger and more frequent spasms pass through her vagina. Mild and infrequent at first, they gradually grew in frequency, strength, and duration as she clearly got closer and closer to her release. Between how affectionate and responsive she'd been up to that point, and how she'd felt around me, I couldn't help but conclude that her ex-husband had been a complete moron not to have been able or willing to bring out (and reap the benefits of) the desire and passion she was so clearly capable of. Well, his idiocy was benefitting ME, and I was more than willing to do whatever I could to make the night something that Bonnie and I would both remember favorably for a good, long time.