Dorsai - Jan

With the end of the third cycle in her orgasm, she was able to pant a couple times and draw another breath before a fourth, slightly less powerful, clenching took her – but through it, she was able to release a low groaning sound of pleasure and release. The fifth and sixth spasms were each less than the one before; as she felt each move over her, she voiced her pleasure in a low moan.

Throughout all this, her vagina continued to tighten around me with each phase of her release, waves of muscle moving along my penis as they peaked, then fluttering sensations as they passed.

As her orgasm ended, I could see that she was in no danger of passing out or losing consciousness; but neither was she going to be in full control of herself, either. So I gradually slowed my pistoning, until I finally stopped with myself embedded in her; and leaned forward until I could rest on my elbows, so that I was covering her body with mine without putting too much of my weight on her. I put my arms along her sides, and my hands on her shoulders, and softly kissed her face and neck and shoulders as she fought to get her breath back, and control of her senses. A number of small shudders passed through her, but they quickly tapered off as she recovered from her experience. Her movements, as she got her breathing under control and regained her senses, produced a variety of involuntary tightenings and sensations where she was thoroughly wrapped around me – it was stimulating and pleasant enough that I didn't have any difficulty staying hard inside her without making any additional movement.

Finally, I felt her stirring slightly under me, and raised up enough to be able to see her face. Her eyes fluttered slightly, and I could see the effort as she tried to focus them on me. When she did manage it, I slowly raised myself even farther, so that I was resting on my outstretched arms, my hands on the bed next to her shoulders.

Perhaps ten seconds went by with her just looking at me, before she tried to speak – and all that came out was a soft croaking noise.

"Would you like something to drink?", I asked.

Her eyes told me 'yes', and I put my weight on one arm to free the other hand to get a soda off the nightstand. I set it nearby, and said "You can't drink anything laying down like that. I'm going to pick you up a little bit so you can drink, okay?"

Again, she communicated her agreement with her eyes; I leaned down a bit and worked my hands and forearms under her shoulders. It took a bit of effort, but I managed to raise her up to near-sitting position without any sudden movements. Holding her steady with one arm, I reached out and pulled in the bottle of soda, and with one hand, managed to open it.

Bringing it up to her mouth, I tilted it when she opened her lips slightly. I carefully poured a little of it into her mouth, and watched as she let some of it soak into her tissues before swallowing. Her eyes told me she was ready for more, and I did it again, pouring a little more into her mouth, stopping when she indicated it was enough. After she swallowed it, she was able to croak out "Thank you". I smiled, and offered her another drink, which she accepted. With the additional recovery time, she was able to raise her hand to mine as continued to hold the bottle while she drank.

Quickly recovering her strength, she was able to take the bottle from me and hold it herself as she told me "That was really something. *Really*

something." in little more than a whisper before taking a drink by herself. She sat up a little more, and was able to put her arm around me a bit, even though I still had hold of her to help support her. In a close to normal voice, she asked "Is it like that every time?"

"Damned if I know! I suppose that it could be, for you, if you wanted it to.". I answered.

"Oh, dear God!" was all she could say before shifting her weight slightly – and feeling me move inside her when she did.

Her eyes got big, and she looked down to see that yes, what she'd felt was true: I was still hard, and we were still joined. Lifting her head again, she could only stare at me for several seconds before asking "What are you? Superman? Didn't you like it, too?"

I smiled at the compliment, and told her "Oh, I enjoyed it just fine, thank you very much. No, I'm not Superman; I've just got a little control over myself. What we were doing felt good for me, too – I wouldn't be hard if it didn't – but I was more interested in making it good for you than getting myself off."

"Oh, it was good for me! Damn, it was good! The way you were sliding in and out of me, it felt like I was getting scratched for an itch I didn't know I had until then – it just felt so good, feeling you move in me like that. And the way you were touching me, just kept making it feel better and better, and getting me hotter and hotter, until finally, BLAM, it hit me! At first, I thought I was going to pass out or something 'cause I couldn't even breathe!"

"Yeah, I have to admit that it did look like you were enjoying It.", I teased.

She gave me a dirty look and said "Enjoyed it, hell. It felt so good I thought I was dying, and on my way to heaven!"

"Well, I just wanted to try and make your first time like that something you would be happy to remember, is all."

She gave me another dirty look, and said "Oh, I'll remember it, all right. I wouldn't have forgotten it anyway, but after that, I'll be dreaming about it the rest my life!"

I grinned at her, and gently pulled her to my chest, giving her a hug – which she quickly returned, fiercely.

As we separated, we could both feel it as I moved inside her again, a little bit.

She grinned at me, and said "Well, if that thing is still working, it seems a shame not to use it for something."

I grinned back, and said "Hmmm. That's an interesting thought – any suggestions?"

She laughed, and said "It seems to fit where it is now, so you probably ought to just keep it there – but maybe move it around a little?"

"Say, that's a good idea! I wish I'd thought of it!"

"THAT is the benefit of a good private school education!", she declared solemnly – before both of us broke up, laughing.

When she'd caught her breath again, she told me "I mean it – if you're still able, I'm ready to go again. Only this time, don't worry about me, okay? You've done enough for me this afternoon to keep me happy for the rest of my life; if you want to go ahead and, uh, shoot your stuff, don't wait for me. Seriously, you've already done enough for me, so go ahead and do something for yourself, now. All right?"

"If it gets to that point, okay, I will." I answered, hedging.

She gave me the fisheye, but I let it go, saying "Good. Now, what do you want me to do?"

"How about if we start like we did before, with you on your back? Only this time, I'll be between your legs, and can get a little more, uh, active."

She grinned at me, impishly, and said "'Active', huh? Sounds like a winner to me!"

That settled, she got her feet under her, and began – slowly – to raise up, as though reluctant to lose me. As I pulled free of her, there was a small sucking noise, which seemed to embarrass her terribly – judging from how bright pink her face and ears got. As she moved back, though, and got sight of my erection swaying slightly between my thighs, shiny with her juices, she got over embarrassment quickly, electing to get on her hands and knees long enough to take me into her mouth, and replace her vaginal juices with her saliva – and bringing me to maximum hardness in the process. Only when she was satisfied that she'd gotten all of her lubrication off me did she pull her head back, and release me from between her lips. She looked up at me with a shit-eating grin, and quickly moved to lay on her back, her legs spread and knees pulled up.