Dorsai - Taxi

A couple of seconds went by, then she gave me a couple of nudges that let me know she wanted me to raise up a little bit. I did, and saw that she was looking at me strangely before she demanded "Are you just jerking my chain some more, or can you really get it up again tonight?"

I just gave her a lecherous grin before answering "I guess you'll know in an hour, won't you?", causing her eyes to widen at the idea that I might not be jerking her chain. She started to move under me then, and suddenly realized that my semi-erect penis was still inside her. Her expression quickly changed to one of tenderness as she told me "You are such a dear – not only holding yourself up so you don't squash me, but staying with me like this to let me know you care."

"Doris, I do care. But if you don't like it or anything, I can get up and off of you if you want."

Realizing that I was teasing her again, she just gave me a withering look before saying "When you slip out of me, I'd appreciate it if you would get up and get off of me so I can go clean your stuff out of me before it leaks all over everything. It felt like you'd never stop squirting in me!", the last in feigned indignation.

Going along with her, I did my best unfairly accused innocence act as I answered "Well, that wasn't my fault… I mean, you made ME feel pretty good, too…"

I must have done a pretty good job with it, because she looked like she wasn't sure whether I was sincere or just messing with her again. She was spared from having to decide which one by the feeling of my flaccid penis pulling free of her intimate embrace. It crossed my mind to pretend ignorance of what happened and what I was supposed to do, but I didn't want to push things too hard; so I quickly lifted myself up, and got out of her way. With a blush, she pressed her hand against her crotch to stem any leakage before quickly getting out of bed and disappearing into her bathroom – and securely closing the door behind her. After laughing to myself for a bit, I just laid back and waited to see what she wanted to do next: clean up a little (my preference was together), or snuggle for a while.

I got my answer a couple of minutes later when the bathroom door opened, and I heard her say "I guess you might as well wash up with me… just in case you're not just bullshitting me about later."

I happily went in to join her for a quick (but thorough) and intimate shower. Dried off and back in bed, the two of us spooned with her in front of me while we talked about how we wanted to deal with letting Gail know about us. That didn't take as long as it could have, leaving us with some time before the "deadline" I'd given her.

We were laying there in a companionable silence as I toyed with one of her nipples. The feeling of her firm ass against my penis started feeling pretty good, and the way that it would occasionally flex started to have an effect on me. I think she may have been half-asleep, because it took longer than I thought it would for her to notice what was happening. When she did, though, she turned her head to look at me in surprise.

I just grinned, and asked "So… still think I might have been just jerking your chain?", causing her to blush.

She scooted herself away a little bit so that she could roll onto her back again. As she looked at my semi-erect penis, I heard her softly mutter "I'll be damned!" before she looked at me again and asked "We can? Really?"

"Yeah, really", I told her. "Of course, it would happen faster if I had a little assistance and inspiration; and I'd be MORE than happy to help get you going again, too…"

What started as a look of anticipation on her face dissolved into something else before she told me "What you did to me before… with your mouth… that was the first time anyone ever did anything like that to me. The first time I heard about it, I thought it sounded like it would feel real good; so when I realized you were going to do it, I didn't mind. And you made it feel as good as I thought it would."

I nodded, and she went on "Now, tonight, I… I want to do the same thing for you – except I don't really know how. I saw it done when he made me watch porno movies with him, but I'd never do it myself 'cause I knew it'd just get him going too much and there'd be even less time for me to start feeling good. So I want to do it, with you, but I'm not sure how and I don't want to make you disappointed."

I leaned over far enough to give her a soft kiss, then told her "It's okay, Doris. Whether you want to do that or not, either is fine with me. You've told me you've never done it before, and that's okay. If you want to learn how with me, I can promise you that you won't disappoint me – that's just not what happens."

Somewhat reassured, she gave me a brief nod of her head before saying "I know you'd never lie to me, Jim, so if you say it'll be okay, then… then I'd like to try."

I gave her another soft kiss and told her "You'll do fine. You'll see."

With that nonsense out of the way, it didn't take long for us to get situated in the classic "69" position with her on top of me. Of course, I certainly didn't notice her initial hesitation, or how tentative she was at first. With the non-verbal encouragement I gave her, it didn't take her long to get into the spirit of things. Not everything she did felt good, but nothing she tried felt bad, either; and as she started getting the results she wanted, her confidence increased accordingly.

Meanwhile, I was having a dandy time taking care of things at my end. She'd said that what I'd done to her before felt good, and remembering how she'd had a small orgasm just from me trying to get her "warmed up", I figured it was my duty to show her just how good it could make her feel. It was an obligation I fell to with a will.

I'd been told once before that I could make a living eating pussy, and I deliberately went about doing everything I could to give Doris as much pleasure as I could manage. It didn't take me long to get her almost dripping her oils for my happy taste buds to collect. I had a fine time seeing just how long I could tease her medium-thick and velvety-soft vaginal lips into becoming. My efforts to lick her ovaries failed, but not from lack of trying. Her sensitive clitoris was subjected to all manner of torture and gentle abuse by my lips and tongue and mouth. When the supply of her nectar waned slightly, I did my best to softly vacuum them out of her. My lips massaged and tenderized her dark and engorged labia. Anything I'd ever learned about arousing and pleasing a woman orally was put to use.

Doris had gotten me back to semi-erect about the time I brought her to an orgasm. By the time she got me fully erect, she was on the verge of having a second one that was even stronger. I was simply enjoying her dramatically improved oral skills when I teased her into a third that ended only when she all but collapsed on top of me.

I was content to caress her sides and back (and her glorious ass!) while alternating soft kisses to the insides of her thighs when I head her hoarsely tell me "Damn you, Jim!"

Feigning ignorance of what the problem might be, I asked "What?"

To my amusement, she had to clear her throat before she could say "I already told you that it felt good when you do that to me. You didn't have to go and try to kill me with it!"

"Who? Me?"

Yes, you, damn you! That first one was just fine, thank you very much; but you just HAD to keep doing all that other stuff, too, and make me have another orgasm even stronger. And then you try to kill me with this last one! Christ, I didn't think it was ever going to end! And now all I can do is just lay here, and not even THINK about doing anything else."

"You didn't like them?"

"Dammit, that's the problem! I did like them – too damn much!"

With a bit of effort (she wasn't a small woman, after all) and little more than token assistance from Doris, I got her off of me and settled on her back on the bed. After quickly reversing my orientation, I got myself settled in next to her. Cupping her breast in my hand, I looked at her and saw that she wasn't so much upset with me about what I'd done as she was stunned and surprised by the results. When I lowered my head to kiss her, she put her hand behind my neck and held me in place so she could fence tongues with me for a bit. By the time she let me go again, I knew that she was starting to recover. After I raised my head, I saw that she granted me provisional forgiveness – and quietly resolved not to do anything like that to her again until we'd gotten her stamina built up.