Dorsai - Full Circle

A minute or so later, she finally decided that she was ready to get things moving – literally. She slowly raised herself up until only about half of my penis was inside her, she just as slowly lowered herself back down while softly moaning as she did. After a brief delay, she repeated the cycle; then again with even less of a pause. As she continued her movements, she gradually increased the speed at which she was moving – along with increasing the distance she was rising each time. It wasn't long before she was in constant motion over me, lifting herself before re-impaling herself on my manhood as I continued to play with her breasts.

The two of us having climaxed so recently helped both of us: me, by letting me enjoy the sensation of her tight, wet vagina sliding up and down my penis without having to worry about climaxing any time soon; and her by fanning the flames of her previous desire, ensuring that each time she settled back down on me, it nudged her arousal and excitement a little higher.

Neither one of us spoke – at least, coherently; as she continued to pleasure herself with my penis, I could hear her make various pleased noises and occasionally mutter something that let me know she was enjoying what she was feeling. For my part, I was content to listen to her, and the liquid sounds of our coupling.

I don't know how long we went on like that. All I know is that when she finally began to tire, I moved my hands to her hips and managed to get her to stop so I could tell her "If you want, we can change around. It looks like you're getting tired."

"I guess I am", she panted. "What do you want to do?"

"How about if you get on your hands and knees, and I'm behind you?"

She got a lecherous grin on her face before she answered "I think I like that idea!"

She started raising up again, moaning in disappointment when she felt my penis slip free of her intimate hold. Once it was done, though, she didn't hesitate to get off of me and take the position I'd suggested. Watching as I got to my knees, she seemed fascinated by the swaying of my glistening penis as I knee-walked behind her. I took a few moments to look at the view that she was presenting me: her dark red bush framing the core of her womanhood, her shiny labia parted as though showing me what my target was. Only when she made a frustrated noise and wiggled her hips at me did the spell break. Putting my hands on her waist, I edged myself forward until the head of my manhood slid between her vaginal lips and pressed against her opening. I was still coated with the ample oils she was producing, so I simply began pressing my hips forward – and felt it first as the head of my erection slipped through the tight ring of her entrance, then the sensation of it slowly sliding down until it was clenching the base of my penis. I took a moment to savor the feeling before easing myself out slightly, then back in as far as I could as she pressed back against me in encouragement. Over the next minute or so, I began making love to her, slowly at first, then more and more quickly – accompanied by her sounds of pleasure as I did. It didn't take me long to find a rhythm that was pleasing for me and more than satisfying for her – it took only a few minutes before I felt her hot sheath tighten around me as she cried out in pleasure as she orgasmed. I continued to thrust in and out of her, in time with the waves of pleasure I could feel coursing through her body. With each spasm of her vagina around me, I could feel some of her fluids being pushed out of her and saturating BOTH of our pubic areas and adding to the squishing noises as I continued pistoning in and out of her.

When her orgasm was over, she let her upper body slowly fall to the bed; I asked if she wanted me to stop, and got an emphatic "Don't you dare!" in reply.

After a bit, she struggled to hold herself up with her arms again, and in the process discovered that there was a slightly different feeling to be had by arching her back to change the angle at which I was entering her. A few minutes of that was enough to bring her to another orgasm, prompting me to think that whoever she took as a full-time lover would never stray – if only because he likely wouldn't have the energy!

Her descent to the bed after that climax wasn't anywhere near as controlled as the last, but that didn't seem to bother her; she was simply, and obviously, enjoying what I was doing to her too much.

Even though I'd gotten more sleep than any of the rest of them, it hadn't been all that much. And I was a fair number of years older than any of the rest of them, too. So it shouldn't be too much of a surprise that I started feeling a little tired not long after Crissy managed to get herself back onto her arms again. She realized that I was slowing down a little, and asked "Do you want me to get on top again?"

I admitted that that would be nice, and quickly slowed, then stopped my thrusts into her. She was willing to let me savor holding myself inside her for a bit before she slowly pulled herself free of me.

When she turned around to face me, I suggested "Let me sit up, this time – then I can touch you a little better."

"Okay!" she answered, with enthusiasm that I wished I'd had.

I moved to sit so that I was leaning against the headboard again, and Crissy quickly settled herself on my erection and into my lap. Once she was comfortably situated, she started a rocking motion with her hips that had her sliding along perhaps a quarter of my length – more than enough to keep me hard and help her have another orgasm, as I discovered some minutes later.

By the time that happened for her, I could feel myself finally getting to the point where I knew I could climax again, too. Taking her into my arms as she panted and shuddered her way down from her release, I told her "Let me do it, now", and got a nodded agreement.

Continuing to hold her, I eased us both around until she was on her back with me over her. She lifted her knees and opened her thighs to let me slide into her as far as I could before she put her arms around me. Looking up at me, she said "If you're getting close, go ahead and do it, and don't worry about me. I've already had such wonderful orgasms, so I won't be upset or anything if you finish before I do."

I just smiled and said "If it gets to that point, I will."

She smiled back, and pulled my head down so the two of us could share a deep, passionate kiss before releasing me again.

Free to move, I started slowly thrusting in and out of her, delighting in the feeling of her smooth thighs against my hips and the sensation of burying myself in her. She didn't say anything, but I could tell from the way that she was arching herself up at me with each penetration that she wanted me to start going faster – so I did. More quickly than I had the time before, I sped up the pace of our lovemaking as she groaned her pleasure and increasing arousal.

Moving in her that way was getting me closer to my own release – but not quickly enough, I thought. I was starting to worry about whether or not the two of us would be finished by the time the others got back. I wasn't worried in the slightest about Kelly and Jan, or even Sheri – what did have my concern was what the other girls would say or do if they knew that Crissy and I had spent the better part of the afternoon in bed with each other. Not that I thought they'd call the police or tell their parents or anything, but rather, I was concerned about what it would do to the relationships between them. I slowed what I was doing, and when Crissy looked up at me, I smiled and said "I want to change things a little, if that's okay."

She just smiled and nodded her head and cooperated fully as I reached back slightly and put my arms behind her legs, then levered them forward – folding her nearly in half (which didn't seem to bother her in the slightest – I only wished I was that limber!) and brought her pelvis up so that it was at right angles to my body. When I started moving in her again, I was thrusting almost straight down into her, penetrating her as deeply as could be. With each penetration, I could feel my balls swinging against the crevice of her firm young ass, and the head of my penis almost bouncing off the deepest recesses of her. With the way she felt around me changed, I could feel myself moving more quickly toward my climax; from the way she was responding to what I was doing, I could tell that it was having much the same effect on her.