Dorsai - Jan

I have to say it again: she was tight. And hot inside. And did I mention tight? But all the juices and lubrication she produced when she was excited like she was did wonders for letting me continue pistoning in and out of her as she went through a series of near-convulsions as the force of her orgasm hit her like a steam roller – there simply wasn't a damn thing to be done to slow it down, or soften it. For her, she must have felt like the frog stuck to the bottom of the airplane in that Far Side cartoon, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her.

After the strongest of her contractions passed through her, her arms collapsed, and her head and shoulders hit the bed, even as she continued to moan out her pleasure. I quickly slowed down, then stopped, my movements, staying buried in her but not moving. I carefully moved her legs back, one at a time, until I could slowly lower us – still joined – to the bed, so that she was on her stomach, and I was over her, resting my weight on my knees and elbows. The intermittent twitches in her vagina, and the feel of her smooth, firm asscheeks against my belly, were enough to keep me hard inside her.

I softly kissed her shoulders and back, as far I could reach them, for the next couple of minutes, until I saw her eyes flicker open. A few moments later, I saw them widen in surprise when she realized where I was, and what condition I was in.

"What are you, some kind of machine or something? Jesus, I thought you would shoot by now!"

"Kelly and Jan both told you that I would last longer if I already had a climax, now, didn't they? And you saw them give me one. And I know*I* told all of you that I could usually delay it, too. So why the surprise?"

"I thought maybe you and they were just exaggerating it, a little.

Jesus, that was good! And I didn't pass out, or anything!", she added, with a smile.

I kissed the back of her neck, even with her shoulders, and said "No, you didn't pass out. I kinda worried that it was close, there, a couple times, though."

"Uh, it was, sorta. I think I'm going to have to be careful who I make love with – otherwise, they might like, ravage me, or something!", she said with a giggle.

I laughed at the idea, too, before she told me "Um, as nice as it feels to have you here, and there, there's still something else I want to do, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember you said something about making love to you again, someplace else. Where was it again? Left ear?"

She giggled, and said "If I thought we could! No, silly, I want you just like this, but up a couple inches."

I couldn't resist the temptation, and slid myself a little ways up her back, asking"Like this?"

She giggled again, and answered "No, you dummy! Your thing a couple inches higher – like in my butt!"

"My thing?" I asked, teasing her.

"Yeah, thing. You know, your dick, your rod, your meat, your love-muscle. Your penis, you turd!", she laughed."What do we need to do? Uh, wouldn't we need something to help keep us, um, slippery?"

"Yeah, it would help."

"So do you have any?"

"Sure."

"Where?"

"In the bathroom."

"Where in bathroom?", she exclaimed, getting a little exasperated.

"The drawer."

"WHICH drawer!?"

"Top left."

We continued to lay there for a few seconds before she spoke again.

"Well? Aren't you going to go get it?"

"Why should I? I'm not the one that wants to get poked in the butt!"

She laughed, and said "Okay, okay – my choice, my responsibility. Fine, I got it."

A few more seconds went by before she said "Well?"

"What?"

"Aren't you going to let me get up?"

"Ohhhhhh! You wanted to get up! I didn't know that."

"Yes, I want to get up, you stinker!"

A couple more seconds, and she asks me "Are you going to let me up, or not?"

"Oh, you still wanted to get up? You didn't say anything, so I thought you'd forgotten about it, or changed your mind."

"You turd! You know I want to get up!", she laughed.

"Well, I though MAYBE you might want to get up, but I certainly didn't know when. I thought if it got important, you'd let me know.", I responded, in my most innocent voice.

She wasn't going for it.

"Fine. I hereby give you formal notice that: A› I do, in fact, want to get up, and B› I am specifically asking you to move yourself so that I can get up, and C› that all of these things are of immediate interest and need immediate attention. Now, get off me you stinker!", she laughed.

Faced with the inevitable, I raised myself up a bit, giving her room to slide out from under me. She realized I was still teasing her, and started to wiggle her way forward to get out from under me – and in the process, audibly pulling herself free of my penis, causing her to have a fit of giggles at the noise. Once free of her, I easily raised up enough to roll over onto my back, leaving her free to get up, and off the bed.

When she was standing next to the bed, she turned and looked down at me in exasperation, demanding "Now why didn't you do that five minutes ago!?"

With my most innocent expression and hurt voice, I answered"Because then, I hadn't been abandoned by the love of my life!", then pouting my lip out.

I could see it as she tried to hold it in, but after only a few seconds, she couldn't help but crack up, saying "Abandoned. Love of your life.

Sheesh, what a load!", before heading into the bathroom. I delighted in watching her walk – the way her asscheeks clenched and relaxed, and the way her hips swayed, were a delight to the eye.

It was a couple of minutes before she came out again, and when she did, I saw the reason for the delay – she'd taken a little time to wipe off the blood and other juices that had pretty well covered her between navel and knee. In her hands, I could see not only the lubricant gel, but a washcloth – apparently damp – and towel over her arm.

She blushed ever so slightly, and said "I, uh, thought I'd clean up a little, and thought maybe you'd want to, too."

I answered by saying "That was very thoughtful, thank you.", and reaching for the washcloth.

She held on to it, though, telling me "Um, it was my mess, and I wanted to be the one to clean it up."

"It was our mess – I was there, too, remember?" – getting a grin in reply – "I'm fine with cleaning up, but if you really want to do it, that's okay, too."

She nodded, and after setting the lubricant on the nightstand, took hold of my semi-erect penis with one hand as she held the damp cloth (still warm, thankfully) in the other. When she'd gotten it clean, she easily moved on to wipe off nearly all the other dried blood that she could find. Satisfied with her handiwork, she left the towel on the bed as she went back into the bathroom to drop off the damp cloth – again giving me an unwitting show of her delights – and returning to sit on the bed, next to my hip, facing me where I lay on my back.

Taking the gel into her hands, she sat there a few seconds before asking me "Well, what's the best way of doing this?"

"It's probably easiest if we get the lube on both of us. We probably want to make sure it's warm, so that nobody gets any cold surprises" – she grinned at that, and nodded enthusiastically – "And I'm not in, uh, shape to do anything with you at the moment, you might notice."

She looked down, and realized that I was still only semi-erect – and on the heels of that, that I couldn't very well enter her in that condition.

She looked back up at me, and grinned "I think I can fix the third problem. I understand the second, and agree. The first one, I understand, but I'm not sure where to start, exactly."

"Okay, think it through, then. Put the problems in a different order, and see if something doesn't occur to you.", I challenged.