Dorsai - Taxi

I thought to myself that it would look bad, but that as long as I supported my own weight, it wouldn't be hard on her, at all. I readily moved to get a knee on each side of her and lean forward; with only minor adjustment, I was in a position to where I only had to lower my penis into her waiting mouth. Once she had it, she didn't delay in applying her considerable oral talents toward getting me completely hard again – and reaching that goal in short order.

As I was backing myself out of her greedy little mouth, she deliberately left a layer of her saliva on my cock to act as the initial bit of lubrication I'd likely need to enter her. Once she was able to speak again, she looked up at me and plaintively asked "Now can we get that thing in me?"

I looked back at her and answered "If we can't, it won't be from lack of trying…", visibly pleasing her.

I quickly got between her legs again, and was happy to discover that the towel under her ass tilted her pelvis up at almost a perfect angle. Positioning myself over her, I used one hand to support myself as the other guided the spit-shiny head of my cock between her labia, and then against the opening of her womanhood. There were a couple of pillows behind her head so that she could look down and see as I firmly, but carefully, began to press myself into her.

Even with the stretching of her vagina I'd done, she was still small and tight inside. I was afraid that if I pushed any harder to get into her, I'd hurt her; but when I looked up at her in question, she just told me "No, you're not hurting me any. If you do, I'm not afraid to tell you – but you aren't, so keep going."

Hearing that, I was willing to push a little harder – and eventually slipped through the tight ring of her opening. I heard a noise from Evie, and looked up to see if she needed or wanted me to pull back out of her. But the expression on her face let me know that the noise I'd heard had been one of relief or pleasure, not pain, or discomfort.

With my manhood firmly in place, I got both hands on the bed and began pressing myself into her, slowly and carefully, making sure that I stayed wetted with her ample lubrication. As tight as she was, she was also very wet inside, just as she'd told me she expected. And in addition to that, she was amazingly warm; almost hot, even. All in all, it was a most enjoyable experience, getting myself buried into the core of her sex; and the minor difficulty of it made me damn glad she'd gotten me fully erect before making the effort.

When I felt the tight confines of her womanhood clenched around the length of my penis, I held myself there in favor of lowering my body so that the two of us could kiss; Evie eagerly responded to my lips on hers, and we quickly reached our previous near-incendiary level. I could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against me as the hard pebbles of her erect nipples tried to bore into my chest while the two of us kissed passionately.

We continued like that for a couple of minutes; it wasn't until I decided that she wasn't quite as tight around me that I figured it was okay to start moving in her. Resting on my elbows, I kept my body next to hers as I arched my hips to slowly slide myself out of her until only the head of my cock was inside her. Then I reversed course to enter her again, just as slowly as I'd withdrawn. I watched her face as I did, and saw her close her eyes, the expression on her face making it more than clear that the sensation of my hardness filling her again pleased and delighted her.

I gradually increased the tempo at which I was sliding in and out of her, as well as how 'enthusiastic' I was about it. She seemed to like pretty much anything I did, as long as I was moving in her; but I did find a combination of speed and force that she seemed to particularly enjoy. With her having little voluntary control over most of her body, she wasn't able to arch herself up at me or do any of the other things that nearly all of the other women I'd been with did when we were together – and with Evie, that wasn't a bad thing at all. Even with the way I was pumping in and out of her, she was still delightfully snug inside; and the addition of how warm and wet she was only added to the pleasure I was feeling. I was perfectly willing to go on fucking her that way as long as I could: it felt damn good, but wasn't stimulating me so much that I had to worry that was going to cum in her any time soon.

At l didn't think I had to worry about it until she had her first climax from having me inside her.

I could tell that she was getting close, but simply continued thrusting into her the same way had been, figuring I already had some idea of what she'd feel like when it happened and that I'd be able to deal with it. What I didn't anticipate was that the way she had orgasms would change; whether as a result of it being stronger or because it was my cock moving her. Either way, I could tell as her body tensed beneath me, followed by a deep groan of pleasure as she slipped into what was easily the strongest climax she'd had since we started. I was greatly surprised when I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around me in a rhythmic clenching that matched the tremors I could feel coursing through the rest of her as she gasped and moaned her way through her release. The clenching of her around me was stimulating me much, much more than I would have liked – I hoped to be able to take plenty of time to enjoy what we were doing, and the sensations she was creating around my cock would move me to my own climax sooner than I really wanted.

So when it was over for her, I was a little relieved when she told me "Stop for a little bit, would you?"

I did as she asked, and after I lowered myself to rest on my elbows, she lifted her head to kiss me before saying "Christ, that felt good! But it's been too damn long since the last time I came like that, and being stuck in that chair means I'm not as strong as I used to be – and that climax just took too much out of me: I have got to rest a little bit before I can do it again." A moment later, she apologetically told me "I'm sorry – really, I am. I guess you want to cum, too, don't you?"

I kissed her back before answering "Yes, I would. But it also feels real nice to be with you, so I'm not in any hurry – slowing down or stopping like this just means I get to enjoy it more!" with a grin.

She couldn't help but grinning back up at me and asking "So, it's not so bad fucking a crip?"

I kissed her again and answered "Not even a little bit." – making her smile.

Several minutes went by with the two of us lying there, giving each other an occasional kiss; the whole time, her vagina continued to clench around me every so often in what were almost certainly involuntary spasms, helping keep me hard. Finally, she told me "Go ahead, if you want – I'm ready to do it again!" with a lusty grin.

Looking into her eyes, I slowly arched my hips back to ease my erect cock from the confines of her womanhood; then watched her face get an expression of delight and pleasure as I just as slowly filled her again. The next time was a little faster, and the one after that faster still. In just a couple of minutes, I was again pistoning in and out of her the way I had been before. It wasn't long until I could see that she was getting close again, and mentally prepared myself for what I knew was going to happen.

Her second orgasm from having me moving inside her was a little stronger than the first – and so was the feeling of her hot, wet pussy rhythmically tightening around me as I continued thrusting into her. As I felt the strength of her release waning, I slowed my movements in her so that I gradually got to the point of just holding myself inside her without her having to say anything. Her second recovery time was a trifle longer, I think, but she was still ready to pick up where we'd left off soon enough.