firmly pressed against hers. When she felt that, her smile got even wider before she told me 'You feel SO good inside me like that! It's like there was a part of me that was missing, and now I have it, and it just feels so right!'
Lowering myself to rest on my elbows, I kissed her – and the way she returned it was more than sufficient to let me know that she was ready for me to continue.
As we continued to kiss, I moved my hips back, sliding my erect penis from where it was buried in her. She was as tight inside as a virgin would be – but she was also very wet; the lubrication that had escaped her when she climaxed was but a small fraction of what she'd produced. When I felt the tight ring of her opening just behind the head of my penis, I reversed direction, filling her again with my manhood – accompanied by a look of sheer delight on her face as she moaned her pleasure. After I was fully in her again, I paused a few moments, and then repeated my actions, moving a trifle faster. Then again, faster still. Finally, after just a couple of minutes, I was steadily pistoning in and out of her tight, wet womanhood – accompanied by a continuous series of pleased moans from her.
With each thrust into her, I could feel her nipples rubbing against my chest as they swayed in rhythm with my actions. Raising up a little, and contorting myself a bit, I managed to capture one of them between my lips and promptly began sucking on it. When I did, she started tossing her head back and forth as my actions ratcheted her arousal even higher. The problem was that it wasn't a position I could stay in for very long; I eventually had to release my liplock on her nipple and support myself on my elbows again. I could hear her disappointed groan when I did, but tried to make up for the loss by lowering my head and softly biting her shoulder and nibbling on her earlobe. From the sounds she made, I had to figure those were acceptable alternatives.
It wasn't long before I could feel her vagina start to periodically tighten around me as I continued to move in and out of her; I knew that she was getting close to climaxing again. I moved to support myself with my arms so that I could begin thrusting into her a little faster and harder; she responded by getting louder in her exclamations of pleasure and locking her ankles behind me – opening herself to me as much as possible. Looking down to where we were joined, I could see that both of our pubic areas were well-soaked with the overflow of her oils. I watched, too, as her labia stretched with each withdrawal of my penis, only to disappear again on the inward stroke. The scent of her was thick in the air; my ears were filled with the liquid sound of our joining. As the clenchings of her hot sheath became more and more frequent, I continued cycling myself in and out of her – each inward push bringing our pelvises together with a soft bump, something that elicited a sharp gasp from her each time it happened.
Finally, it happened for her. With a loud cry, she lifted her hips up off the bed, trying to draw me as deep inside as she could with her legs. I felt and watched a series of powerful spasms take over her body as her incredibly wet and tight vagina began clenching around my penis as she held me still, deep inside her. If I hadn't had time to recuperate from what she'd with her mouth earlier, the sensations she was creating around me surely would have had me flooding her insides with my cum. Even so, it was close – she just felt that damn good.
When I felt her orgasm begin to taper off and her ankles unlocked from behind me, I carefully lowered myself to my elbows again so that I would be closer to her as she recovered from what was obviously a powerful climax.
Gradually, her breathing slowed to something approximating normal, and she opened her eyes again. She seemed unsure of where she was for a moment before her eyes focused on me. I had time to see her face get positively radiant before she threw her arms around me and pulled me down to give me a fierce hug, and then start crying. When she released me again, I lifted my weight off of her and listened as she told me 'Oh, Dan! That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced! I didn't know that it could feel like that! It was so wonderful!' while her tears flowed freely.
I lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the end of her nose, followed by another to her lips before I answered 'That's what making love is all about.'
She gave a small hiccup – making her blush slightly – then asked 'Making love?'
I smiled and asked 'Do you think it would have felt so good, and meant as much as it does, if we'd done this before we talked the way we did?'
She considered that for a moment before smiling back and saying 'No, I don't think it would, really.'
She was starting to sniffle a little at that point, and gestured she wanted me to move so she could get up – but when I held still and she started to move on her own, she realized that I was still hard, and still deep inside her. The sense of wonder that came across her face was something to behold.
'Did… didn't you like making love with me? I know you're not hard after you squirt, and…' she slowly trailed off, with a sniffle.
I kissed her on the lips again, and said 'I liked making love with you a lot, Sheri. That's why I didn't try to climax – so that we could make love some more.'
It took her a second to realize that not only was I telling her that she hadn't done anything wrong, but that I was saying that we could keep making love, too. When she did, the wonder on her face was replaced with a look of mixed delight and lust.
'The only thing is, we're going to have to make love a different way, is all. I get a little tired, this way.'
'Anything – as long as we can keep going!', she declared.
When I started to ease myself out of her, she quickly looked down between us and watched as my erect penis slowly pulled free of her, drawing her labia out along with it. I heard her softly say 'Oh, god, it looks so sexy!'
When I was free of her, I moved from between her legs so she could get up – I knew that she needed/wanted to blow her nose and dry her eyes before we make love again. Motivated by the prospect of making love some more, she took care of everything in what was probably record time; it couldn't have been a full minute before she was back on the bed, sitting across from me as she asked 'What now, Dan?'
'How about if we try 'doggie' style?', I asked.
She thought about how she'd seen me and Kelly, and decided that it appealed to her – with a lecherous grin and enthusiastic nod, she quickly moved to her hands and knees. I could see that her eyes were locked on my erect, swaying penis as I knee-walked over to her. When she lost sight of my erection, she looked up at me – and didn't even blush when she realized I knew where she'd been looking. She just gave me a smoky-eyed look that let me know she was ready. Looking between her thighs, I could see the parallel lines of her labia bracketing her opening, with her wet, matted dark red bush providing a nice backdrop.
When she felt the head of my erection brushing against her, she realized that we weren't quite lined up correctly, and quickly moved to correct the problem. Putting one of my hands on her hip, I used the other to position myself against her entrance. Arching my hips, I slid into her, burying my manhood in her in a single steady thrust – accompanied by a deep groan of pleasure from her.
I quickly put my hands on her waist and began slowly thrusting myself in and out of her again. Once I was into a rhythm again, I leaned forward so I could slide my hands around and cup her firm breasts. I could feel her nipples dragging across my palms as her breasts swayed in counterpoint to my movement in her, and I traced my fingertips along the curves of her hanging breasts until I could gently pull and pinch her erect nipples. She responded by reaching a hand back between her legs so she could try cup my balls in her hand, then softly curl her fingers so she was dragging her fingernails across my scrotum.
The effect on me was electrifying – after about the second time she did that, it felt like my cock was as long and hard as it had ever been. I knew that if she kept that up, she was going to have me emptying myself into her in very short order. But it felt so damn good that I didn't want her to stop – so the only other thing for me to do was try and get her to climax with me. I quickly speeded up the pace of my efforts, as well as the force with which I was entering her. From the way she'd responded when it had been our pelvises contacting, I wasn't surprised when my increased activity and 'enthusiasm' did what I'd hoped they would: quickly increase her arousal and excitement, too, causing her hot sheath to start clenching around me again.
The test to see which one of us could hold out the longest lasted only a few more minutes; I conceded the loss by trying to see if I could fit my entire body inside her tight, wet womanhood before what felt like gallons of semen erupted from the end of my penis. She threw her head back and all but screamed 'Oh, God! I can feel it!' before the first wave of her release overwhelmed her. I could only hold myself as deeply in her as I could while the muscles of her vagina began a milking sensation that not only intensified, but prolonged my release.
The position I was in left me a little more stable than hers did; after the first few spasms coursed through her body, the arm she was supporting herself with suddenly gave way. I nearly wrenched my back in the process, but I managed to catch and hold her so that she didn't fall face-first onto the bed. Her hand released my scrotum, and
