Dorsai - Taxi

With the passing of the first wave of her release, Sarah wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down on top of her as she arched her back, trying to get as much of my cock inside as she could. I managed to bury myself in her a fraction of an inch farther – which seemed to be enough, since her second spasm easily seemed to be the equal of the first. As it overtook her, she hugged me tightly enough that it wasn't easy for me to breathe; but the warm cushions of her breasts and the hard pebbles of her nipples easily made up for it.

When I could make my escape from her tight embrace, I resumed my pistoning in and out of her before lowering my head to begin sucking on the peak of one of her breasts. I feel it respond to my efforts by getting firmer between my lips, and its nipple erecting even farther before I switch my attentions to its mate.

Before her orgasm has finished, I've gotten both of Sarah's nipples glistening with my saliva and standing as tall and proud as I think they can. When she's aware of me again, Sarah looks up at me with a mix of appreciation and raw, unbridled lust before she manages to softly tell me "Damn, that was nice! And you're able to keep going, too!"

Beside me, I hear Helen say "She's got the same problem I do – when we climax, we get so small and wet inside that guys usually cum because of it. If you can keep that from happening, then I know I'm going to like having you do me, too!"

Hearing that, I figured I was going to like doing her. But before then, I wanted to make sure and enjoy the experience of the lovely young Sarah – and do my best so that she enjoyed it, too.

It's only a few minutes before Sarah starts to go through the cycle of body-tension that she had on her way to her first orgasm. The second iteration of it seemed to be a 'condensed' version of the first, but with the same end result. Sarah didn't try to hug me after the second; I could feel her body starting to respond again even before she fully had her wits about her.

The third time, it took only a couple of minutes before Sarah was again tensing underneath me, and her climax hit her even faster and more powerfully than the previous times. She barely had time to catch her breath before the cycle began to repeat itself; by the end of it, I could tell that having had four progressively more powerful orgasms in such a short period of time had exhausted her. I gradually slowed, then stopped, my movement in her to look down at her and ask "Do you need or want to take a breather?"

Still panting, she stared up at me for a couple of seconds before answering "Yes, to both – I want, and desperately need a rest. I didn't think that last one was ever going to end! And you weren't helping any by biting my earlobe while you were still fucking me, either!" – the playfully accusing tone of her voice telling me that she wasn't really upset with me, only tired.

Helens shared a deep and loving kiss with her daughter before she turned her head to tell me "She doesn't have all that much more stamina than I do, so if you can tire her out, I know that I'm in for the fucking of my life – and I can't wait for it!"

I took that as my cue to ease myself out of Sarah's intimate embrace and sit back on my heels. Helen looked first at where my erection was standing up between my thighs, then at the rest of me. Seeing the fine sheen of perspiration I'd developed, she told me "When we stop, I want it to be because either I wore out like she did, or you came – not because you got too tired. Lie down, and I'll get on top. At least, for as long as I can, judging from how you left Sarah feeling!"

I did as she instructed, but before she could move over me I told her "I expect it would be a little easier for you to get started if you'd let me get you a little 'warmed up' first…"

Helen looked pleased at my offer, and readily moved to straddle my head so that I had a most delightful view up the front of her body. Cupping the firm globes of her ass in my hands, I lifted my head and ran my tongue along the divide formed by her labia. She'd apparently enjoyed watching me and Sarah, because there was a ready supply of her juices for me to sample before the tip of my tongue reached her clitoris. She tilted her head back and moaned in response to my effort; with that kind of feedback from her, I was more than happy to repeat my actions again and again and again…

It couldn't have been but a minute or two before Helen was moaning almost constantly; I slid my hands upwards from her ass, so that my hands could slip under hers where they were squeezing her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples.

With me providing the desired stimulation there, too, Helen leaned backwards, supporting herself with her arms. That tilted her pelvis enough that I could run my tongue from her perineum to her clit, stimulating her that much more. She was fairly dripping her nectar onto my tongue when she sat up again, telling me "Dear God, I didn't think a man could eat me as good as another woman, but damned if you can't! But I don't want to cum that way; I want it to happen from a nice, hard cock in me."

Having said that, she was visibly reluctant to lift herself off of me and move down to my waist and hips. Looking at where my now-only-mostly-erect cock was resting against my belly, she said "It looks like you could use a little 'warming up', yourself…" before leaning over enough to take my slightly Sarah-sticky penis in her mouth and both cleaning it and bringing me back to full erection. Once she was satisfied with her handiwork, she swung a leg across me so that she was straddling my hips.

I was momentarily surprised when I felt a hand wrap itself around my manhood – both of Helens were in plain view. Then I remembered Sarah, and looked down to see that she'd managed to roll over onto her side, and was holding me steady in preparation for her mother.

Helen must have known what the youngster was doing, because she leaned forward to put her hands on my chest to steady herself before lifting her hips. Sarah quickly got me positioned against Helens opening, and held me there as Helen started impaling herself on my manhood.

Once Helen had gotten me started inside her, Sarah released me and moved her hand away. As her mother settled lower and lower onto me, I heard Sarah softly comment "God, that is so sexy to watch!"

Helen must have heard her, because she replied "And it's damn sexy to feel, too, as you well know!" – drawing a soft, short laugh. Once she'd settled herself onto me completely, Helen announced to nobody in particular "Damn, this is nice. Toys are okay, but there's not substitute for a real, live man!"

After sitting up again – and getting another fraction of an inch of my cock inside as a result – Helen looked down at me and said "Give me a minute, will you? You're not any bigger than anything we've got, but it's somehow… different with you. I want to get used to it – and enjoy it."

I just smiled up at her and nodded, then eased my hands from her thighs up along her body to her breasts, so that I could cup them and softly tease her nipples with my thumbs. As I was keeping myself entertained that way, Helen simply sat there with her eyes closed. Perhaps a minute or so went by before she opened her eyes again, and started making a few tentative movements with her hips – apparently reacquainting herself with how to move when there was a real, live man beneath her.

She got the hang of it quickly enough, though, and it wasn't long before she started raising and lowering herself above me. She was nearly as tight inside as Sarah had been, as well as just as wet and warm. If I'd had to judge solely by the feeling of how they felt on my penis, I'd have had a damn hard time identifying which was which.

Helen seemed to like what I was doing with her breasts, and leaned forward again, supporting her torso by putting her hands on the bed – which left me with plenty of room to manhandle her mammaries while she started bouncing herself up and down on my cock. In fact, I had enough space that I was able to lift my head far enough to begin sucking on her nipples; and when she let me know it was okay, gently biting and 'chewing' on them, too. When I started doing that, I could feel her getting even wetter inside as she became even more 'enthusiastic' about sliding herself on and off my pole.