Dorsai - Full Circle

Knowing that her next orgasm would result in having me filling her with my semen seemed to be all she needed to increase her efforts toward finding her release. And as her efforts had their effect on us, I could feel the muscles in her vagina tightening as she got closer and closer; the sensations of it stimulated me, bringing me along with her.

Finally, it happened: with a sudden gasp, Candice all but slammed herself down onto me, grinding her pelvis into mine as she tried to get as much of me as possible inside her. Her vagina began a rhythmic clenching around me, from the base of my penis to the tip; the second time it happened, it was enough to trip me into my own release. I wrapped my arms around her hips and arched my back in an effort to get every bit of myself inside her as I could manage as the first jet of my semen exploded out the end of my penis. She felt it, and knowing what was happening only intensified her orgasm – which caused her to tighten around me even more, making my climax stronger.

I don't know how long the two of us stayed coupled like that, gasping and groaning with the power of our pleasure. However time it took, it was too long – and too short. Eventually, the intensity of it began to fade, ultimately leaving us sitting there sweaty and panting. Candice's body stayed with mine as I leaned back against the headboard again so I could rest. She let her head fall back to rest on my shoulder, and I turned my head a little to give her a soft kiss on the throat – and felt her shudder in response before she managed to gasp out "Oh, god, don't do that again! I'm sensitive everywhere, I think. That was some kind of mini orgasm!"

Thus chastised, I kept my arms around her waist and contented myself with holding her as the two of us tried to recover from what we'd just been through.

As was to be expected, my penis finally shrank enough to pull free of her – releasing a small flood of our combined juices to cascade down the cleft of her ass, across my balls, and onto the bed.

When it happened, she told me "We're making a mess on your bed."

I managed to pull myself together enough to answer "I don't care. If it bothers you that much, you get up and do something about it!"

She gave a small laugh and told me "I was hoping you had enough energy to get up – I sure as hell don't!" – making me laugh, too.

After a while, in addition to being wet, it got cold and sticky, too. That was enough to convince us that we'd rested long enough. With a groan, Candice climbed off of me and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. I matched her noises as I managed to get myself situated next to her. We gave each other a wry grin before I said "I think we need to clean up together. If you feel anything like I do, we need someone with us to make sure we don't drown in the shower!"

She gave me a smile and said "I think so, too. But I'm too damn worn out to clean up before we shower, so you're just going to have to live with the sight of me cleaning the rest of your stuff out of me."

"Actually, I think that would be pretty fun to watch – but I'm too damn tired to do anything about it, either, so we'll just have to save it for next time, okay?"

Laughing, she answered "You're disgusting, is what you are – but I agree. Next time. Now let's get in there before I lose what little energy I do have!"

Holding on to – and supporting – each other, we managed to get into the bathroom and get the shower started. Once inside and with the hot water stimulating us, we managed to find enough energy to help clean each other up. When Candice wasn't looking, I reached around her and turned off the hot water, leaving her standing between me and the showerhead. When the cold water hit her, she shrieked and tried to climb over me to get away from it – but I had a firm hold on her and held her under the spray. After she'd gotten over the shock of it, I steeled myself, and swapped places with her.

Once my heart started beating again, the cold water was actually kind of invigorating – much the same way that having someone in a monster mask jump out at you from a dark alley can be called 'stimulating'.

Cleaned up again, we shut the shower off and got out. As we dried each other off, she let me know what she thought of what I'd done. I was surprised to learn that she knew those words, and doubt that my ancestry is as diverse and convoluted as she described. And truth be told, I've never done even half the things she accused me of. Still, once she was done, she admitted that it did have the effect of making sure she was fully awake for a little while.

Back in the bedroom, we teamed up to replace the sheets before lying down again. With her spooning against my back, the two of us didn't have any trouble falling asleep.

The next day, it was patently obvious to anybody that I wasn't in any condition to be doing much of anything – other than, say, going to the bathroom by myself. That night, Kelly joined Candice and me when we went to bed early. Its possible the two of them may have made love, but I wouldn't know. I think I was out of it before my head hit the pillow.

When the girls showed up that Saturday, it was the twin's dad that brought all of them. Candice had come to the door with me, and I introduced her to all of them. The twins father told her "I'm quite a fan of yours, Ms. Towers. I make it a point to read your stories whenever they appear."

Candice smiled at him and answered "Thank you, Mister Rigney – but please, call me Candice."

Smiling, he said "I don't always appreciate your stories about politicians, since some of them are of the same party as I am, but I never have reason to believe that you're telling anything but the truth."

"I'm glad you appreciate the distinction between the message, and the messenger. Not everyone does – partly because so many of my fellow journalists aren't able to separate themselves from their stories", she answered.

"That's entirely too true", he said. "How is it that you are able to maintain your objectivity, then?"

"Why don't you come in and hear for yourself?" she invited.

He voiced his agreement, and let Candice and I lead him into the den where the girls were already arranged to face Kelly and the spot where Candice would be sitting. Mister Rigney and I took seats where we would be out of the way; tonight was going to be Candice's show, with as little input from me and Kelly as could be managed.

All five of the girls were visibly somewhat in awe of Candice – not just because they knew she was a "famous" newspaper reporter, but because of her obvious beauty and poise.

She started out by telling them how she'd been going to the same school they were – along with some of her friends, whom they'd heard about. From there, it was on to how she'd met me – in general terms, out of deference for the twin's father being there – and how I had helped her by explaining to her about some things that she had wondered about, but not understood. She also told them that I had done a lot to answer many of the questions she'd had, and taught her how to find ways to get the answers to the rest. They also heard her explain that she'd been pretty indifferent to the idea of going to college – until she'd met me; once she understood the things that I'd taught her, she knew that she wanted to take her passion for writing and use it to help other people by becoming a reporter. When asked, she admitted that she'd been at the top of her class of journalism students, and sixth in the entire school. She'd been hired by a major newspaper right out of college, but hadn't been foolish enough to think that she was really a Reporter – with the capital 'R'. Initially, she'd been sent out on trivial assignments – "fluff" pieces, she called them. But she'd done the best she could on every one of them, and tried to learn something from each experience. As she learned the ins and outs of being a newspaper person, the importance of her assignments increased until she'd finally gotten the chance to show them what she was capable of on one particular story. Her bosses had been impressed with the work she'd done, and the response she'd gotten from the readers, and moved her into the job she currently had. With each story, they became more confident in her, and began giving her more and more freedom to pursue stories on her own, with little or no oversight until she actually submitted her work.