Dorsai - Taxi

It wasn't but a very few minutes after I'd started playing with her clitoris that she fell into her sixth orgasm – one that had her trying to scream through clenched teeth and lips that were tightly closed as a series of powerful spasms wracked her tiny frame; that I didn't let up on my assault on her senses only drew it out for much longer than any of the others she'd had that night. As the post-orgasmic aftershocks going through her body came farther and farther apart, I slowed and finally stopped my attentions to her, giving her the chance to recover. When her breathing had again stabilized, I heard her softly tell me "Damn you! I said no tricks, and you still make me cum hard enough to damn near kill me!"

Holding her in my arms, I kissed the top of her head and answered "Oh. I though you just meant no tricks that time – like, no doing what I did last night. You didn't like that?"

"Bastard. Yes, I did like it! It's just that I like to have died, I liked it so much. Where the hell did you learn to DO stuff like that? Christ, you need to be on the Olympic sex team, or something!"

I couldn't help but laugh briefly before I answered "I learned to do stuff like that from women. Surely you didn't think I was a virgin or anything before we met, did you?"

I could hear her soft laugh before she told me "No, I didn't think you were a virgin before we met. But how many women have you have been with that you've learned so much?"

"I don't expect that I've been with any more women than any other single guy my age. It's just that I always pay attention to what they tell me they like – whether it's with their words or their actions. And I've driven around enough women together in the back of my cab to hear what kinds of things a lot of them say they like and don't like; I just keep my mouth shut up front and drive, and they pretty much forget that I'm even there, so I get to hear all kinds of lessons from them. I learned a long time ago that women talk about guys as much as guys talk about women – and do it in pretty much the same ways, when they think nobody's listening."

I had to grin to myself when I saw her ears darken slightly as she blushed, realizing that her 'woman's secret' was out – at least, to me.

She started to move then, only to realize that I was still hard and inside her. Turning her head to look at me in amazement, she demanded "What IS it with you tonight? Did somebody take the Jim I was with last night and give me RoboStud when I wasn't looking? Are you having some kind of uh… problem or something that you can't cum? Am I doing something wrong?"

Again, I had to laugh before I answered "In reverse order, the answers to your questions are: no, you're not doing anything wrong; no, I'm not having any kind of 'problem'; yes, I'm still Jim, not RoboStud; and I'm just trying to enjoy being with you like this as much as I can, so I'm trying to make it last longer. If it helps any, all the stuff we did last night is just making it easier for me to, uh, 'hold off' tonight. As a matter of fact, the last couple of times you orgasmed, I got a lot closer to climaxing, too; I don't think it'll be much longer before I can't wait any more, and then I'll be done – for the night, I think."

From the expression on her face, I could tell that she was both delighted that I'd want to make our last night together so special, and both relieved and disappointed that the end of our lovemaking was getting close.

"Well, I'm about worn out, so I hope that whatever you want to do next is a little easier on me!"

I knew from the tone of voice she was using, she really wasn't complaining – far from it, I expected. But I still understood that I was going to have to take over for a while; she was understandably tired.

"I don't think that'll be a problem", I assured her, adding "Actually, what I was thinking was that it would be nice to have you on your back and me over you – you know, the old standby. That way, we can still kiss and touch and everything, but I'll be the one doing all the work…"

She grinned and said "It isn't 'work' if it feels this good – but I understand what you mean. Yeah, I think I'd like that; and not just because it means I finally get to rest!"

I grinned back at her, and after I gave her a small nudge, she readily lifted herself off my erection and moved to lie on her back next to me. I scooted down and leaned over to give her a series of soft kisses on her face before touching my lips to hers; the kiss we shared was deeply affectionate and loving. When our lips finally parted, I finally started to move over her; she readily spread and lifted her legs to not only make room for me, but to make it easier for me to enter her again.

With only minor adjustment, I soon had the end of my penis nestled between her labia and softly pressing against her opening. Before I could enter her again, though, she surprised me by raising up to rest on her elbows. Seeing the puzzlement on my face, she looked faintly embarrassed as she told me "All the times I've had sex, I've never really watched as a guy put it in me. It always feels so good, so this time, I want to see it while I'm feeling it."

I simply gave a small shrug of my shoulders and answered "If that's what you want to do, then by all means, knock yourself out."

Thus reassured that I didn't mind, she lowered her head slightly and shifted her eyes to where my penis was poised to enter her.

So it happened that both of us were watching as I arched my hips and made my manhood disappear into the hot, wet confines of her womanhood. In acceptance of her desire to see and feel it, I entered her as slowly as I could manage; and as more and more of my cock filled her tight channel, I heard her gasp and softly say "God! As good as it feels, it's even sexier to see!"

Only when my pelvis was pressed against hers did she lower herself to lie on her back again, her eyes still seeing our sexual reunion.

When I started moving in her, though, her attention quickly returned to the physical sensations I was creating within her. Able to simply 'lay back and enjoy it', Jenny's arousal and excitement at having me inside her again quickly reached their previous levels – and then increased. It wasn't long before she was tossing her head back and forth, her long dark hair whipping around like a cloud of India ink, as she emitted a variety of noises that let me know that what I was doing was pleasing to her.

All I was doing, really, was just fucking her: sometimes long, slow strokes that had me almost entirely out of her before I again filled her completely; other times, it was a period of short, rapid thrusts that had my pelvis bumping against hers and applying pressure to her clitoris. Or I'd bury myself in her, and then just 'bump' myself against her, barely moving myself in her. Whatever I did, and how I did it, it seemed to please her and increase her passion.

My efforts saw her through a seventh orgasm without my slowing down in the slightest; I was finally starting to feel the stirring in my balls that meant my own release wasn't far off when I felt her vagina begin a fluttering that I'd learned meant her own climax was approaching, as well.

I somehow managed to hold off long enough to push her into what was apparently the deepest end of the orgasm pool: I'd slowed my actions so that I was making long, steady strokes into her when I felt her clamp down around me as her body froze in place underneath me. I knew that it was her strongest orgasm of either night because of the change in the way her vagina grasped at my cock: rather than the simple tightening around me she'd exhibited before, that time her internal muscles began a rhythmic spasming that started at the base of my penis and ran toward the head – it felt like she was literally trying to milk the cum out of me.