Dorsai - Taxi

With most of the broken glass absent from my spine, I leaned over her again to get my head close to hers so I could ask "You think you're ready to go on, now?"

She turned her head to look at me, and the expression on her face almost made me laugh out loud: she plainly thought I was insane, or joking with her, and couldn't believe that I'd just asked her that question. But I saw when she suddenly realized that it was actually a valid question: that not only was I still inside her, but I was still hard and apparently ready to keep going. The transformation from the first expression to one of stunned awe was something to behold before she pulled herself together enough to answer "I am if you are!", with no small measure of eagerness in her voice.

It took a little extra stretching for both of us, but we managed to exchange a quick kiss before I moved my body back to where it had been. Still holding her hips, I started sliding myself in and out of her in small, slow motions; it didn't take long for her to let me know that she wanted me to become more active about pistoning myself through the portal of her womanhood.

I was certainly willing enough, and I was soon moving over half my cock in her at a pace that pleased both of us rather nicely. But after several minutes of that, I began to feel the effects of holding myself over Carol so I could manipulate her nipples: my back started getting not just tired, but actually sore. Thinking that it might just be a temporary thing, I tried to "work through it" – without success. It finally got to the point where I had to stop what I was doing (the LAST thing I wanted to do!) and support myself with my arms after I bent over Carol again. Regretfully, and a little embarrassed, I had to ask her "Would you mind if we changed things around? So that you were on top of me? I guess I'm getting older than I thought I was, and my back is starting to bother me…"

It took no time at all for her to answer "Of course not!", clearly concerned for me.

After I gave her cheek a grateful kiss of thanks, I slowly extracted my cock from the wet and warm confines of her pussy; once we were separated, it didn't take but a few seconds for us to get re-situated: me sitting with my back resting against the headboard, and Carol straddling my waist on her knees, facing me. That put her bust right in front of my face, and when I put my hands on her hips and got my lips wrapped around one of her nipples, she willingly held herself there long enough for me to bring the peaks of both of her mammaries to glistening points. When I pulled my head back, she gave me a pleased smile before taking my still-slick erection in her hand and lowering herself so that she was poised above it. Holding me steady, she began to settle herself onto me – taking nearly half my length in a single movement. After she'd released me and pulled her hand from between us, another downward push ended with the firm globes of her ass resting against the tops of my thighs. With me firmly embedded in her again, she didn't delay to start moving herself on me.

With us in the position we were, it was a lot easier (and more fun) for me to get my hands on her – my first target being the firm mounds of her ass, which I caressed and squeezed as she slowly bounced herself up and down on me; the feel of her ass clenching in my hands is something that I still remember, and treasure.

When I'd had my fill of that, I had a nice time caressing her body between her ass and my next target: her breasts, which were slowly gyrating (in some truly fascinating patterns) on her chest in reaction to her movements. Her hips, waist, back, thighs, sides, and pretty much everything else within range of my touch had my hands on it – repeatedly – before I gradually focused my attentions on her firm mammaries.

My touches on her body had added no small amount of pleasure to the arousal and desire that Carol had been feeling, so by the time my hands were on her breasts, she had gone from the longer and slower movements she'd started with to a pattern of smaller motions that only had about a quarter of my cock moving in her – but letting her shift herself on it more quickly. More comfortable and without the distraction of having to hold myself over her, I was able to more fully appreciate the way she felt: how warm and wet and tight she was around me, and the delightful sensations that combination were creating as she continued her self-impalement. It was enough, even, that I could feel myself finally starting to edge closer and closer to my own release with her.

Despite the fun I was having with her breasts in my hands, and my mouth and lips on them, I decided that if I was going to have the kind of climax I fully expected she would bring me, I was damn well going to go out with a bang by helping HER have one she'd never forget, either.

Reluctantly, but knowing it was for the greater good, I reassigned one of my hands from duty at her breast and sent it off on a special mission: to find the area between her thighs, locate her clitoris, and apply just enough of the right kinds of attention to it to ensure that when I climaxed, she would, too – as hard and powerfully as could be managed.

Once released to its mission, my hand moved slowly but steadily downward. After a brief liaison of teasing her navel, it ultimately found itself in the target area. It took only a brief search to locate the objective, and my fingertips carefully examined the area for possible resources to use once contact was made. With the discovery that she was fairly leaking her woman's juices, a plan was formed to accomplish the mission. Once everything was in place, and with the target blithely unaware of what was to come, the assault began…

After wetting the pad of my finger with the overflow of her oils, I got it positioned so that it made only the lightest contact with her clitoris as she rocked her hips back and forth to slide herself of and on my cock. Even that faint touch was enough to cause a noticeable increase in her arousal, and I ever so slowly increased the level of pressure that I applied to her tender nubbin while making sure to keep my fingertip well-lubricated with her essence. When the contact between my finger and her clitoris was at the proper firmness, I started moving it from side to side – slowly, and only a little at first, but again patiently extending my efforts until she began to slow and minimize HER movements to try and maintain the contact. That was what I'd been waiting for, and when the time was right, I was able to begin making small and slow thrusts up into her as I continued to twiddle my finger across the fleshy pearl at the top of her cleft. Able to hold still while experiencing the dual stimulation of having her clitoris teased and feeling me pressing myself up into her with progressively longer and faster strokes, Carols excitement increased even faster, and to higher and higher levels. Her face and neck were already pink with the blush of her arousal; as I continued my nefarious plan, I watched as it deepened, and expanded to include the upper part of her chest. Her breathing was coming more and more quickly, and the sounds she made took on a distinctly erotic and lusty tone. Patiently and deliberately, I slowed my actions in proportion to the frequency and strength of the clenching I could feel happening in her vagina – carefully drawing out the time it would take until she found her release, and consciously amplifying the effects when it happened.

She was practically dripping, and making small frustrated whimpering noises when I finally had "mercy" on her. Feeling the stirring in my balls that told me my own climax was imminent, I thrust myself up into her hard and fast as I suddenly applied a firm pressure to her clit and began "vibrating" my finger on it.

Her attempt to scream her pleasure was cut off by the power of what seemed to be almost a convulsion as her young body was overwhelmed by the power of her release. I knew that I'd had the desired effect on her when it wasn't until a couple of her spasms had passed that I was even able to release the first wad of my jism into the pussy that had been clenched so tightly around me as to prevent it from happening until then.