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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.

'You are really something, you know it?' she asked.

'I could say the same about you – you really surprised me there, that last time.'

'How?'

'I really didn't think that you would want, or be ready for, that kind of, uh, activity; when you were, and enjoyed it' – 'Did I!' – 'it surprised me. Pleasantly so, you understand, but still surprised.'

'Yeah, well, what surprised me was that you were able to, uh, 'do' me again like that. Um, did you shoot this time? I couldn't tell.'

'No, I haven't climaxed yet; I'm not surprised you couldn't tell – you DID seem kind of 'distracted'!' I teased.

Her eyes got big, and she looked at me with concern, saying, 'What are you, some kind of robot or something? Why didn't you climax? Are you, uh, okay? You know, there?'

'The answers to your questions, in order, are: no, I'm not some kind of robot; I didn't climax because I was trying very hard NOT to, so that you could enjoy what we were doing as much as possible; Yes, I'm okay 'there'; a bit uncomfortable, but okay.'

'You wanted to climax, but you didn't? How do you do that?'

'Uh, when my body starts telling me it's time to climax, I have to find ways to distract myself, to kind of, you know, 'ignore' it.'

'Doesn't that hurt or something?'

'No, the ignoring part doesn't hurt, but it's kind of uncomfortable afterwards – I mean, my body has been telling me that it really*needs* to climax, and when I don't let it, it kind of complains.'

'You mean it hurts?' she asked, troubled.

'Well, not hurts hurts, but more like gets real uncomfortable.'

Slightly mollified, she said, 'Is there anything I can do? You know, to, uh, relieve you?'

'Not just this moment, but the next time, I might climax before you do.

I hope you won't be disappointed, if I do, because that'll mean that I can't go on afterwards.'

She smiled at me, and said 'After all you've done for me today? Not likely, Mister! If you wanted me to, I'd be more than happy to take care of you right now, and not do another thing the rest of the day! Hmmmph.

'Disappointed'!'

That said, she put her arms around me again, and still holding me, closed her eyes for a bit.

When she opened them again, I saw a mix of apprehension and desire in them – and when I raised my eyebrow, she hesitated a moment before asking 'Dan? Would you do something for me?'

'I don't know, that depends on what it is. I mean, if you want me to drive you down to a tattoo parlor, the answer is 'no'', I kidded.

She ignored the joke, and continued, 'Well, it's kind of, uh, unusual, I think. There's something else I want to try, but I don't want to gross you out or make you think I'm weird or anything.'

'Kelly, you forget: I'm 43 years old, and spent several years in the Navy. I seriously doubt that you could come up with anything that would actually gross me out. Maybe what you want to do is unusual, maybe it's not; I can promise you that I'm not going to think you're weird or anything. What is it you want to try?'

Slightly comforted, she still hesitated before averting her eyes, and saying, 'Well, uh, when you had your finger, you know, in my butt? And I liked it? I want to know how if would feel if you, um, made love to me there, too.'

'Kelly today is the first time you've ever experienced anything like that, and the first time you've experienced making love. It's not weird or anything, for a woman that has had more experiences than you; but it's pretty unusual for someone as young as you. Are you really sure that you want to try that, this soon?'

'Yeah, I'm sure. As much better as it felt between having your finger inside me and your penis, I think having your penis in my butt would feel that much nicer than your finger did.'

'There's an important difference, though: your vagina gets wet, and lubricates whatever you choose to have inside you – your butt doesn't do that, and unless you're really careful, you can get hurt pretty bad.

Besides that, your vagina is meant to stretch the way it does, so that you can have sex; your anus isn't. What happens if it turns out that you*don't* like it?'

'I thought about that, Dan. If I don't like it, then I don't have to do it again; but I'm never going to know if I like