Dorsai - Taxi

The sensation of it was so powerful and so different, that it had just that effect: it didn't take me but a moment to try and stuff my cock as far inside her as I possibly could before I began spraying her cervix with my cum in what felt like an almost continuous spray of semen. It was easily the hardest I'd climaxed in a long, long time.

I can only figure that she must have felt it, too, because her eyes suddenly flew open and she started making a keening sound whose pitch raised and lowered in time with the spasms I could feel in her vagina.

I continued to feel her vagina trying to milk my penis well after I'd deposited every drop of cum I had into her. Looking down at her, I immediately saw that she'd climaxed hard enough that she'd basically lost consciousness as she'd done the night before. So even though I was still semi-hard and delighting in the feel of her around my cock, I carefully withdrew from her so that I could begin trying to help her recover her senses.

As I'd done the night before, my first stop was the kitchen where I got several sodas together with a couple of sandwiches. Then, on second thought, I added a few of the snack bars I usually carried in my cab. Once that assortment was on the night table, it was into the bathroom where I took the opportunity to clean off the majority of the fluids that coated me from navel to knees. That done, I got some things together to clean Jenny up a bit. Back in the bedroom, I saw that she didn't appear to have moved in the slightest; a quick check reassured me that she DID have a heartbeat and that she WAS breathing. I didn't bother trying to wipe up all the residue of our lovemaking that was smeared around on her; I was content to simply get most of it so that neither of us would get too sticky before she was mobile again.

With a damp washcloth and towel nearby, I got the two of us seated and resting against the headboard as I gently went about trying to bring her back to something more closely resembling an actual living being.

It took me longer than I expected; I'd thought that her last orgasm had been like the one she'd had the night before, but it seemed that it, coupled with all the others before it, had hit her a lot harder. I was genuinely starting to wonder if I didn't need to get some medical assistance when I finally saw her eyelids start to flutter. With a little encouragement from me, it wasn't much longer before they opened – though I could tell that she still wasn't coherent enough to actually 'see' anything. Still, it was progress, and I continued my efforts to nurse her back to reality.

Eventually, she was able to focus on me; and shortly after that, I could see that she was getting her thought processes back, as well.

So I wasn't all that surprised when the first thing to come out of her mouth a few minutes later was a soft "Son of a bitch."

By that time, I was extremely regretful about what I'd done to (with?) her, and immediately apologized, telling her "I know. I'm really, really sorry. I was trying to make you feel as good as I could, but now I know it was too much. I wish I could go back and undo it, but I can't. I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't know that you could cum any harder than you did last night, and I'm as sorry as I can be that I was wrong."

She seemed to consider that for a few moments before I heard "Not pissed. Surprised." A few seconds later she managed to whisper "Water?"

I quickly reached over to get a can of soda and open it before holding it for her to take a sip from. A couple seconds later, I did it again. The third time, she got her hands up and put them on mine to let me know when she wanted a drink, and when she was finished. By the time the soda was gone, I could see that she was starting to get some of her energy back.

Her second soda was used to wash down half of a sandwich; only then did she speak again, asking me "What on earth were you telling me you were sorry for?"

"Well, while I was waiting for you to come back to this planet, I realized that I'd gotten too enthusiastic about helping you have orgasms tonight – I mean, it took you way longer to recover tonight than it did last night. Then the first thing you said was to tell me I was a son of a bitch."

She took another sip of her drink and gestured for another sandwich half before telling me "No, I wasn't calling you a son of a bitch, I was just making a comment on how good you made me feel. After how much you showed me you care for me, and how good you made me feel with all those orgasms and everything, why would I be upset with you?"

Well and truly confused, I answered "Uh, how about the fact that you pretty much passed out? And stayed out for so long? Honest to God, I was starting to think I was going to have to call a doctor or something when I finally saw you starting to come out of it!"

She shook her head and washed down the food she hand in her mouth before saying "Okay, I guess I can understand that. But I wasn't mad at you last night, so what made you think I'd be upset this time? I mean, you didn't really didn't do anything different; you just did MORE of it, is all. And it's not like I couldn't have told you to stop if it was getting too much for me, or anything. I'm just surprised that I could cum that hard – even after what happened last night. Yeah, I'm surprised as hell at what happened. But I'm most definitely not pissed at you about it; if anything, I guess I should be grateful to you for helping me find out what happens when I do climax that hard."

I have never been under the illusion that I understood a woman's thought processes; and after hearing what she'd just said to me, I knew that there wasn't the slightest chance that I ever would understand what goes on in their heads. Jenny took my silence as an opportunity to finish the half-sandwich she had, and drain the rest of her soda before leaning across me to deposit the can on the night table. When she released a soft belch, she quickly turned her head to look up at me in embarrassment – and both of us started laughing. I was still chuckling when she picked up another can of soda, but stopped when she paused on the way back to stick the cold can against my chest before sitting next to me again.

Once she'd settled into my side again, and opened her soda, I told her "Okay, so you're not mad at me" – she shook her head in confirmation – "and you're saying that I got all worried and everything pretty much about nothing?"

"Yup, that's about the size of it. Like I said, I can understand why you were worried, and I think you're an absolute dear for it. But there really wasn't any point to it, as far as I'm concerned. I got way more than I ever could have expected, but I don't think you did anything bad, or wrong. I'm just glad I found out what happens to me with you – I know you care for me, and that I can trust you – instead of somebody that would, like, ravish me or something while I was out, instead of caring for me like you did. At least with you, I know I'm not going to wake up and find out that somebody had fucked me in the ass, or that I had cum running out of every hole in my body or anything."

She turned to look up at me with a grin before adding "At least, those things wouldn't happen unless I knew about it before I passed out!"

The idea that she might be agreeable to letting me have her ass was an interesting one, to be sure. But after the activities of the last couple of evenings, I didn't feel like I was in any kind of shape to really check into the matter. So I fell back to the 'safe' response of hugging her closer to me, and let her finish her drink.

When the soda can was empty, I reached over to take it from her and set it aside so that she wouldn't have to move from where she was tucked into my side. We stayed like for a little while, until she apologetically told me "Uh, I have to get up for a minute…"