Dorsai - Taxi

Figuring that if she could talk, she wouldn't need her mouth for breathing long enough for me to kiss her, I did – though I kept it short. When I'd pulled my head back again, I told her "Go ahead and get yourself back together. I'll still be here when you can breathe again", which earned me a look of reproach. Still, she did as I suggested, and it wasn't but a minute or two before she was able to tell me "Damn you! I know you had to be teasing me while you were doing that! What in the world would make you DO something like that to me!?"

I had to grin, because the tone of her voice let me know that she wasn't angry, only surprised and stunned by what had happened. After giving her another soft kiss, I answered "Well, you said that the first one was a 'tiny old thing', and that you knew I could make you feel way better. I figured I'd just show you what I could do, since that was your first time for someone to do that to you. What, you didn't like it?"

The look I got likely would have felled an ox before she answered "Oh, I liked it all right, even though you damn near killed me! If that's what you do to a woman on purpose, I don't want to know what happens if you ever get carried away. I just thought that it felt, you know, okay at first; but when you tried to get your tongue in me that first time, it started feeling better and better. And when you kept doing all those different things to me, I kept getting more and more excited – even… even more than when my husband was still alive", the last a bit guiltily.

Knowing that she might be feeling as though she were somehow betraying his memory, I didn't hesitate to tell her "Maybe so – but I'd bet it would have been even better for you if he had done that."

After she'd considered that for a moment, she apparently decided I was likely right, and the look of concern on her face quickly faded. Smiling, I asked her "Now that you're able to breathe and talk again" – I got a Look for that – "do you think you're ready for what's next?"

The question made her realize that she could feel my cock resting on her mons. Mischievously, she asked "Are you?", with a grin.

Smiling back, I answered "Well, I suppose I could use a little more time, and maybe a bit of assistance…"

I saw the concern in her eyes as she told me "I… I don't know that I want to… do anything like you did…"

I kissed her lips again before I told her "I'd never ask anything like that from you, Ellen. If you wanted to, you would, without me having to. All I'd ever want would be for you to do what you're comfortablewith, and want to."

Visibly relieved, she answered "That I can do!" before reaching between us to take my penis in her hand. As she started slowly stroking me, I lowered my head and the two of us shared a number of affectionate kisses as she got me harder and harder. When she could feel that she'd brought me to full erectness, she released me before looked up at me to ask "You're going to have sex with me now?"

Tenderly, I answered "No, Ellen. I care for you too much for that. What WE are going to do is make love." Her smile and the look on her face went straight to my heart.

Slowly, I eased myself down her body a little ways until the end of my penis slid down to her cleft. I reached between us to angle myself down a little bit so that I could feel the warmth and wetness of her entrance. Sliding myself up and down a little bit along her furrow got the head wet with her oils, and I got myself repositioned so that I could begin the process of filling her with my manhood. Our eyes were locked as I started to press myself into her; knowing that I was taking my time so that I wouldn't hurt her, Ellen smiled up at me as I felt her start trying to relax herself to let me in. As I felt her opening up more, I carefully increased the pressure I applied so that she'd know I wasn't trying to rush her. Neither of us was surprised when the head of my cock slipped through her tight ring – though she did gasp when it happened. I immediately stopped when I heard her, and waited to see what (if anything) she wanted me to do. She reached up to put her hands on my sides as she said "Yes, that's it… just hold still a bit. It's been a long time… too long, even. I need to get used to having something in a place I'd never thought I'd use again."

Lowering my head, I tenderly kissed her before softly telling her "Of course."

She looked up at me in gratitude before I saw her concentrate on trying to get used to my presence. To try and distract her from any discomfort, I placed a number of soft kisses on her shoulders and neck. I could feel it as she slowly relaxed around me, and after I hadn't felt any change after a minute or so, I began to gently press myself into her. She made a small noise of pleasure, and I felt her lift her hips in welcome. When I began to feel even the slightest amount of drag, I stopped and moved myself back and forth in her for a bit to get myself properly coated with her oils before continuing. We went through several cycles of that before I felt my pelvis come to rest against hers as she moaned her pleasure.

Opening her eyes again, she looked up at me and said "Dear lord, I didn't realize how much I've missed having a man inside me! Even though you're the same size my husband was, you feel HUGE right now. But you feel damn good, too…"

I went back to kissing her until I felt her press herself up against me slightly. Taking that as my cue that she was comfortable, I began to ease my way into being more active. I started by simply sliding about half my erection out of her, pausing for a moment, then easing my way back into her. When she didn't indicate that she had any problems, I did it again, only a little faster. Over the course of the next several minutes, I gradually increased my movements in her until I was cycling nearly three quarters of my manhood through her opening in a steady rhythm that clearly pleased her. As her arousal increased, I began trying to find out what I could do that would do the most for her – and found that she seemed to think that about anything I did was agreeable: even just plain old ordinary fucking steadily increased her arousal and passion. That was just fine with me; the sensation of having her warm and tight sheath to bury myself into was something I was perfectly willing to enjoy for as long as possible.

As recent and powerful as Ellen's last orgasm had been, I didn't think she'd be anywhere near being ready to have another when she suddenly cried out and her vagina began clenching around me. As wonderful as it felt, I was glad that it didn't last much longer than the "tiny old thing" had. When it happened again a few minutes later, I wasn't as surprised – and even more relieved when it ended, after it lasted appreciably longer than the one before. Even though it wasn't as strong as the one I'd given her with my mouth, I got the idea that it was somehow deeper and more satisfying for her.

I was feeling the increasing urge to climax when Ellen had her third orgasm since I'd first gotten my cock in her. It was even stronger than the last, and the clenching of her vagina around my penis proved to be more than I could stand; with a deep groan of my own, I buried myself into her as far as I could just as the first wad of my jism erupted from me. Ellen could apparently feel me emptying myself in her, because she wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to pull me even farther inside as she dug her fingernails into my back. Her pussy also got tighter around me as the intensity of her orgasm increased, too.

Even after I felt the last trickle of my cum leave me, Ellen's vagina continued its rhythmic clenching, though it was getting progressively less intense. Because of that, I was still almost completely erect inside her when I felt her let her legs slide from around me and all but fall to the bed, and her arms relax where she held me. She was panting as hard as I was when she opened her eyes and muttered "Christ, that was good!"