Dorsai - Taxi

Some of her movements were slow and languorous; other times, she would delight in spending some time making smaller and faster motions that plainly aroused her. She went on to find out what it felt like when she moved on me at different angles, and in different ways – leaning back as she slid herself on and off my member, or holding her body steady as she tried just moving her hips and pelvis in different ways. All in all, it was a pleasant experience for BOTH of us.

By the time Gail was finished with her different "experiments", I could see that she was starting to get a little tired. Happy, but still tired.

Taking her into my arms again, I gave her a kiss before asking "It looks like you're getting tired. Think you'd be okay with letting me take care of things for a while?"

Panting slightly, she smiled at me and nodded before answering "Yeah, I'd like that."

Holding her with one arm, I was able to move forward and get my legs under me before gently setting her on the bed. She looked up at me in absolute trust, knowing that not only wasn't I going to do anything to hurt her, there was a damn good chance that I was going to make her feel even better than she had already. I lowered my head so the two of us could exchange several kisses before I started moving in her.

My first thrust into her was slow and stately, intended to make sure that she was okay with having me as the active one. The way she arched her pelvis up in welcome to my advance easily resolved that question. A few more cycles of gently pistoning in and out of her ensured that the two of us were sufficiently lubricated, and that she wasn't having any problems. After that, I simply kept going – slow and easy at first, then gradually increasing my efforts so that she'd have ample opportunity to let me know if I was doing more than she was comfortable with. To my surprise, I was eventually able to cycle myself in and out of her much as I would a full-grown woman… though I remained careful not to thrust myself into her too hard.

As I got into a comfortable rhythm of sliding myself through her tight opening, Gail not only spread her legs and brought her knees up to open herself to me as much as she could, she went on to try and wrap her legs around my waist. She failed in that last endeavor only because of her smaller size, and had to satisfy herself with locking her ankles behind my back.

Warm and wet and tight as she was, the addition of Gail's enthusiasm as she pressed herself up in response to each of my thrusts only added to the pleasure and excitement I felt. With her being so much shorter than I was, I couldn't lower my head to kiss her, or suck on her nipples the way I wanted to; I had to be satisfied with the sight of her squeezing her breasts, and softly pinching and pulling on her nipples as she gave voice to the pleasure that she was feeling.

Even though she said that she wouldn't mind if she didn't have an orgasm the first time, I still wanted to bring her as much pleasure as I could. The problem was that she was proving to be a lot more stimulating than I'd thought she'd be; I was starting to feel the first faint twinges that signified I was starting down the path of my own release much sooner than I wanted – and there didn't seem to be a damn thing I could do about it: when I tried to slow down a little bit, Gail started making little noises of frustration that I wasn't moving in her the way she wanted me to. In fact, if I tried to do anything that would put off my climax, it reduced her enjoyment of what we were doing. I finally had to reconcile myself to the fact that I was going to fill her with my cum before she had her first coital orgasm. Once I accepted that basic truth, I simply continued to piston myself in and out of her – not trying to put off my release, but not giving in to letting it happen any sooner than I had to, either.

As I got closer and closer, I was moving in her more and more quickly… and somehow managed to keep from entering her too hard in the process. Even when I knew my next thrust would be my last, I restrained myself to simply trying to see how much of my cock I could get into her.

Before the second wad of my cum could erupt from me, I heard Gail cry out. Her vagina got incredibly tight around me, then went through a kind of fluttering as it relaxed around me before clenching the length of my penis again. The sensation was enough to dramatically increase the intensity of my own release. Only afterwards did I realize that she'd had an orgasm, though only a small one (for her).

After I'd emptied myself in her, it was all I could do to hold my body over hers so that I didn't crush her with my weight. Letting my head hang down, I could hear her panting nearly as hard as I was. Due to her youth and resilience, she was the first of us to recover enough to move; the first thing she did was try to wrap her arms around me and shower as much of me as she could get to with kisses while thanking me and trying to tell me how good I'd made her feel. By the time I got my breath back, she'd mostly settled down again; I only had to tell her that she was welcome and that I was glad for her a half-dozen times or so before she released her hold on me and fell silent.

With something approximating two-way communication possible again, the first thing I did was ask her if it would be okay if I let a little more of my weight rest on her. She immediately assured me that was fine, and waited until I wasn't supporting so much of myself before telling me "Oh, that was so wonderful! It felt so good having you inside me and moving like that, I didn't want you to stop ever, and then you started moving in me faster and faster, and when I knew that you were going to climax because I was making you feel good, it made me feel so… so… special, even though I thought I was going to miss out on having another orgasm, and that was okay because you gave me one before and you were making me feel so good and everything – and then I could feel you start to shoot your stuff in me, and I had a climax anyway, even if it wasn't as big as the other one I had with you, it still felt so good, knowing that I could make you happy like that after you made me feel so good."

How she got all of that out in a single breath, I'll likely never know. I was spared having to try to respond by the feeling of my penis pulling free of her; she was tight enough inside that her vagina essentially forced the blood out of my cock, then practically pushed me out. I started to move so that she could get up if she wanted, and she immediately told me "No, you don't have to move – I like having you on me like this!"

"It's going to make a mess", I tried to caution her, but she wasn't having any; she simply told me "I don't care! I've got more sheets, and it's no trouble to change them. I'd rather have you stay with me – and maybe move down a little bit, so we can kiss and stuff."

So all I did was ease myself down her body a little ways to get our heads more-or-less even, so that we could kiss and stuff. The kissing was a big part of it, but Gail seemed to get a lot of mileage out of being able to hug me when she felt like it (fairly often), too.

I found myself being impressed with how long she was willing to lay there with me. I knew that my cum was leaking out of her, and that her nether regions had to be getting cold and sticky – never mind the wet spot I figured she was laying on. It was quite a while before she finally suggested that we could go to "her" bathroom (separate from her room, but the only other one in the place) for a shower… together, if that was okay with me. I conceded that I wouldn't mind showering with her, much to her delight, and the two of us finally got out of bed. When I saw the serving-dish-sized wet place she'd been laying in, I couldn't help but wonder how much of it was my contribution, and how much was hers…