Dorsai - Taxi

As time went by, her bounces on my 'lap' grew shorter but more frequent. Her increasing activity brought a fine sheen of perspiration to her body, making it a sensual experience for me to slide my hands around on her body. It also meant that her actions began to slow as she got tired. I moved my hands to her hips, and after a little bit managed to get her to hold still over me so I could tell her "You're getting tired. Let's shift things around a bit so I can take over for a while. Okay?"

She considered it for just a few moments before nodding her agreement and answering "Yeah, I've got to admit that I am getting a little tired…"

Sitting up, I took her into my arms then leaned forward enough to gently deposit her on the bed – making sure that we didn't become uncoupled in the process. Once my hands were free, I cupped her face and leaned down so the two of us could share a deep, passionate kiss before rearranging my legs. When I was done, I was almost sitting on the bed, but with my folded legs holding me slightly off of it; Jenny's legs were draped over mine. That left us in a position where I could start thrusting in and out of her with minimal effort: only about half my penis was moving in her, but that seemed to be enough to satisfy both of us.

With it taking so little effort on my part, I was able to make love with her that way for a nice, long time. Long enough, in fact, that she went through not just one but two orgasms – the second one noticeably stronger than the first. Along the way, I also discovered that if I was willing to push myself a little, I could bend forward far enough to be able to lick and suck on her breasts and nipples. It was a trifle awkward for me, and mildly uncomfortable, but a sacrifice I willingly made.

By the time our position became bothersome for me, I could tell that Jenny was well on her way toward another climax. I tried to judge whether I'd be able to help her reach it before I became too uncomfortable, and decided that it was probably better to change things around. I gradually slowed my movement in her, and when she looked up at me questioningly, I simply told her "Time for us to change again, okay?"

She readily smiled her agreement before responding "Uh, do me from behind again?"

I smiled back, and simply said "Glad to!"

It took only a few seconds for us to get separated and suitably relocated; as I positioned myself behind her, she looked over her shoulder and admonished me "No tricks this time!"

I couldn't help grinning as I answered "I promise: at no point will my fingers leave my hands!"

Her soft laugh was cut off by a groan of pleasure as I pressed myself into her, filling her in a single quick thrust.

It started out with me holding her by the hips as I pistoned in and out of her tightness; but when I moved my hands to play with her breasts and nipples, and then start caressing her body again, she started rocking back and forth to move herself on and off my manhood.

As I'd figured, it didn't take very long before she slid into her fourth – and strongest – orgasm of the evening. Granted, none of them had been particularly 'earth shattering' for her; but I thought I could discern that they were coming (pardon the pun!) closer and closer together, as well as being progressively stronger. If things went as I was hoping and thinking they would, she wouldn't have any trouble remembering me, or our time together.

Our activities of the previous night had done a pretty good job of relieving any sexual tensions I might have been feeling; that, coupled with our slower and gentler pace was making it a lot easier for me to control myself as to how quickly I needed to find my own release. So as enjoyable as the sensation of her vaginal spasms had felt around my cock, I was still ready to go back to fucking myself in and out of her as her climax ended. I'd just gotten into a nice rhythm again when she gasped out "Christ! What are you, the fucking Superman of sex or something?"

"Not Superman. Just taking the time to really enjoy it, is all", I managed to gasp back.

"I guess!" I heard, in reply.

I was able to 'pace' myself enough that I was able to see her through another orgasm – though the way her pussy felt around my cock made it a lot closer than I would have liked. Close enough, in fact, that I welcomed the opportunity to regain some control after she'd recovered from her climax and told me that she wanted to be on top of me again. When I slid my dick out of her, I released a small wave of her juices that quickly overwhelmed her pubic hair's ability to absorb it, and began to slowly trickle down the inside of one of her thighs. Ever the gentleman, I backed up far enough that I could lean over and use my tongue to collect them – and then continue my way up her leg until I was able to put my mouth across her opening and gently suck out any surplus that might also escape. Her deep groan of pleasure let me know that she appreciated my efforts…

Rather than just lying back and having her climb on top of me again, I suggested that I sit up enough to rest against the headboard of the bed: that way, it would be easier for us to kiss or do anything else that might come to mind for either one of us. Jenny agreed without hesitation, and a minute later, she was again wrapped around my cock as she sat on my lap while I leaned back and just enjoyed the sensation.

Even with the break she'd gotten from having me as the 'active' partner, the orgasms she'd had had still taken a lot out of her. So it wasn't all that long before the rise and fall of her body over mine began to slow again. As before, I put my hands on her hips and got her settled onto my lap again before telling her "If you're up for something a little different, I think I know how we can keep going." It was only after I'd said it that I realized that after the activities of the previous night, something that was just 'a little' different was probably going to sound pretty mainstream to her. The grin she got on her face told me that she'd likely had much the same thought before she answered "I don't think that would be a problem. What is it?"

I quickly suggested that she simply turn around, so that she could lean back against my chest; that would let me start moving in her, or if I got tired, think of something else. Unsurprisingly, she didn't have any problem with it, and carefully got herself turned around without having to lift herself off of me – which was an experience I still think about with pleasure!

When she was leaning back against me, I welcomed the opportunity to lower my head slightly and begin kissing and softly biting her shoulder – then the base of her neck, her earlobe, and around to the back of her neck. As I did, I could feel her becoming even wetter around me, and heard as she started panting and moaning softly in response. Her arousal increased even more when I switched over to repeat my actions on the other side of her; by the time I was kissing the back of her neck again, she was writhing in passion. Moving my hands up from her belly, I cupped her breasts and began a slow squeezing and pulling motion, as though I were trying to 'milk' her – except that at the end of it, I was softly pulling and tweaking her nipples. It didn't take much of that before both of her small breasts were noticeably tight and firm, and her nipples long and hard. Keeping one hand busy with her breasts, I used the other the softly trace a path down her body and ending between her smooth thighs. Slowly hunching myself up into her, I used the tip of one finger to collect some of her oils from where we were joined and used it to lubricate things as I started to slowly and softly play with her exposed clit, and the area around it.

By frequently 'topping off' the lubrication from her ample supply, I was able to avoid causing her any discomfort as I added even more to the sensations I knew she was experiencing: between what I was still doing to her neck and shoulders, my hand on her breasts, slowly sliding my hard dick in and out of her, and twiddling her clitoris, I was doing as much as I possibly could to stimulate her.