Dorsai - Jan

In her completely, I paused for a moment, and rather than pull out again, repeatedly pressed forward again slightly, applying a rhythmic pressure against her clitoris. She grunted each time I did, and the blush on her face and chest had deepened considerably by the time I quit. Only then did I withdraw about halfway, before sliding back into her, where I paused briefly before doing it again, then again. Before long, I had a slow rhythm going, and Kelly had pulled her knees back enough that her feet were by my hips, tilting herself up enough that I was pistoning straight in and out of her. Not long after that, she was starting to hunch herself up toward me as she continued to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, eyes closed and panting for breath.

With that sight for encouragement, I slowly started increasing my strokes, pulling out until just the head was in her before driving back in until our pelvises met. A few minutes later, I started varying my strokes: pulling out until the end of my erection was barely held in place by her labia, and then rapidly moving in-and-out through the mouth of her opening; pressing in a short distance, withdrawing slightly, and pressing in again (two steps forward, one back approach); changing the angle of my entry; withdrawing some distance and then using short, rapid strokes to rabbit-fuck just a small area of her tight sheath; entering her slowly and then withdrawing quickly, or just the reverse, or some mixture of the two; or, as I'd done at first, entering her completely, and then repeatedly bumping her clitoris with my pelvic bone.

As she got progressively more aroused, I slowed the changes of what I was doing, and gradually settled in to a steady, straightforward pistoning of her wet channel; the liquid sounds of our union were clearly audible over our panting, and her gasping and moaning and incoherent muttering. To my surprise, as I started to feel myself approaching release, she suddenly hunched herself up at me, nearly lifting me off the floor, before her internal muscles clamped down on me as she started to orgasm. As she did, I stopped my thrusting (tight as she was, I couldn't move much anyway!), and lowered my head to kiss her face briefly before taking her shoulder in my teeth and softly biting it in time with her spasms.

This orgasm wasn't as strong, and didn't last as long, as the others, but she seemed happy with it – when she opened her eyes after it ended (and I'd released her shoulder), she looked up at me and gave me one of the most beatific smiles I'd seen in a long time. It didn't take her as long, either, to realize that I was still inside her, and ready to continue. Sighing, she told me "You never stop surprising me – very, very pleasantly!"

I smiled back at her, and gave a tentative press with my hips. Her eyes closed, and she moaned slightly as she pressed back against me, before opening her eyes again and saying "You obviously can, so if it's okay, I want to try that dog position you told me about!"

"Sure, we can do that" – "I'll bet!" – "As soon as we change around a little."

Teasing her, I pulled out in slow, reluctant stages, so that when I was nearly free, she was hunched up toward me, trying to keep me inside her for as long as possible. Finally, though, I broke free of her with a soft, audible 'pop', and a small moan from her. I raised back up to a kneeling position, and after a false start, she was kneeling in front of me – and quickly wrapped her arms around me to give me a ferocious hug, letting go before I could hug her back. Looking into my eyes, she said "I made the right choice; you, and now, are just what I needed." before turning around to put her hands on the floor – and giving me a wonderful shot of her small tight ass, her smooth thighs, and the slightly-drooling slit they framed.

Looking back over her shoulder, she could see where my eyes were, and said, "See anything you like?" with a mischievous tone.

I could only answer, with total honesty and conviction, "'Like' doesn't even begin to describe it!"

"Then DO something about it, willya?" Clearly, she was ready to go again.

Easing up behind her, I took myself in hand, and slid the end up and down her furrow, getting a gasp for a reply, before placing the head securely between her labia. As I reached for her hips, she pushed back against me, hard enough that she took nearly a quarter of my length inside before I even touched her. With my hands on her hips by then, I grasped them firmly, and sank the rest of myself in her in one quick stroke, causing her to gasp yet again before saying "Yes! Like that!"

Taking that as my cue, I pulled out, and rapidly pushed back into her hot, damp, and ever-so-tight woman-place, eliciting a pleased grunt from her. Again, only harder this time. An even happier grunt. Again, harder; same result. Thus encouraged, I didn't hesitate any longer to give her a plain old, Mark I fucking – nothing fancy, no 'tricks', no subtlety; just ordinary, everyday fucking. It didn't take long before I was almost pounding into her; even so, I could see the rippling of her ass and the slight swaying of her breasts from the impact. Each time, she emitted a happy grunt from the impact, and before long, was moaning and gasping and almost shouting encouragement to me as her labia clasped at me, and her much more ample fluids gradually soaked not only her mons, but my testicles and even up to my own pubic area, matting it. As much as she was enjoying it, I was too; but determined to keep going for her, I used every trick I could think of to keep myself from starting down the slope to a climax. It worked, but barely – I couldn't help but speed up my movements, and I was just starting to feel the tingle of final stimulation in the end of my penis when she had still another orgasm – this one stronger than any I'd seen yet.

She nearly screamed as it hit her, and her arms gave out, so that her head and shoulders collapsed to the blanket as I simply pressed myself against her as tightly as I could, struggling not to let the clasping of her sheath draw me into my own climax. After the first few waves washed over her, she managed to get back up on her elbows, gasping"Oh, God! Oh, God!" over and over. I was able to lean forward enough to take her breasts in my hands and firmly squeeze them and pinch and pull at her nipples, eliciting another round of spasms in her – and through her vagina, around my ever-so-close-to-unloading penis. Finally, though, enough had passed that she started to softly collapse to the floor. I withdrew from her, and with my penis pressed against her mons, followed her, so that when we were finally down, I was resting on my elbows to keep my weight off her. My sweat-slick front was in full contact with her equally slipper back, my legs outside of hers, so that I effectively acted as a living blanket, keeping her warm as she finished her recovery. My diamond-hard erection, eager for release, rested between her ass cheeks, my now-blue balls grazing the juncture of her thighs.

Being who, and what, she was, she inspired me to feats that I'd never before imagined that I'd be able to achieve – but there I was, having helped her reach no less than 3 orgasms, and not unloading my jism in her even once in the process. I hoped – wished! – that I never again found it necessary to even TRY to match what I'd done that afternoon.

It was a couple of minutes before I felt her start to stir under me, and I lifted myself a bit, so that she could move around if she wanted.

Apparently, she didn't, judging by the disappointed noise she made, so I lowered myself again, covering her with my body.

After a bit, she indicated that she wanted to turn over, so I raised myself again. She quickly flipped over onto her back, and once there, reached up to pull me down on top of her again, our faces close. She hugged me for a long time, before releasing me to look up into my eyes.