deeper – access. When I finally settled into a steady, regular motion, she raised her knees, pulling them almost to her chest, letting me have that last fraction of an inch of access to her hot, wet sheath. My arms a little tired, I paused only long enough to rest on my elbows before continuing my pistoning into her.
Over the next several minutes, Kelly gradually raised her pelvis more and more, so that my strokes into her impacted her closer and closer to the so-called 'G-spot'; whether or not it actually exists, I couldn't say – all I know is that as the angle that I entered her at changed, her arousal increased, too. By the time I felt the first, faint tingling in my erection, she was almost curled into a ball; despite how and tight as she was, she was so wet that our pubic hair was absolutely soaked and matted just from her secretions. I listened to the liquid sounds of our union, and the way she could only gasp 'Oh!… Oh!… Oh!' as I thrust into her; a bit later, she opened her eyes, and managed to gasp out 'I'm almost there! Harder! Harder!'.
Feeling that my own release wasn't far off, I was more than happy to oblige, and began thrusting into her harder and harder, until I was nearly pounding into her – and that seemed to be just what she wanted, judging from the moans and gasps she gave off over the next few minutes, until, to my surprise, she suddenly threw her arms around me and pulled her body almost completely off the bed – leaving only her hips on it.
The degree that her vaginal muscles clamped down on me absolutely amazed me – were it not for her copious lubrication, there isn't a doubt in my mind that I wouldn't have been able to move in her. But move, I did, continuing to slide in and out of her, if more slowly because of the tightness caused as she spasmed time after time, making only a high-pitched keening noise as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her orgasm continued, tapering off enough that she was able to release me only when I felt that I was hitting the 'point of no return'; having obviously pleased her, I wanted to maximize my own climax, and slowed and softened my strokes into her. Rather than the forceful impacts of before, I was slowing slightly as I entered her to the fullest, and rather than 'bumping' against her mons and clitoris, I was pressing against them, with a little extra 'nudge' before withdrawing again until I was just barely in her before pushing in again. Even with her inner muscles relaxed again, she was still wonderfully snug; that, combined with her more than sufficient woman-oils, made for a sensation that was exquisite. When I felt my climax start, I shortened my strokes so that I was only withdrawing about halfway out of her, and pressed in again.
With my balls resting between her asscheeks, I repeatedly tried to push myself as deeply into her as I could as each shot of semen erupted from me – the pressure on her clitoris was apparently enough to trigger her into another small orgasm: I could feel a few small clenchings as I released the last couple of shots of semen.
When I rested my head on her chest, she put her arms around me, holding me as I caught my breath and recovered somewhat from my exertions. As I rested, and despite the occasional involuntary clasping of Kelly's vagina, my penis gradually softened, until it finally pulled free of her hold. Only then was I able to muster enough enthusiasm to move from over her and lay on my side, facing her. Putting one hand on her breast, I held it, softly, moving my fingertips slightly to savor the soft smoothness of her skin. Turning her head to face me, we were content to watch each other as we both rested; she put one hand on my thigh, and the other on the wrist of the hand at her breast. We lay there like that, happy with our exertions and to simply be together for quite a while; it was only when Kelly said 'If we don't move soon, I'm going to fall asleep here – and I don't think that would be a very nice thing for Jan to come back and find', with a chuckle.
I agreed, and said 'Okay. We get up on the count of three. Ready?
One…. Two…. Three!'
Neither one of us moved.
We lay there a moment, looking at each other, before both of us started laughing at the situation. After a few moments, Kelly said 'I thought we were going to get up?!'
'We were. I was going to let you get up first, so you could help me!'
She giggled, and said 'That's what I was going to do, too. Okay, this time, we're really going to get up, right? BOTH of us, with no waiting for help, right?'
I grinned, and said 'Yeah, fine, whatever. Nag, nag, nag!', teasing her.
She grinned in return, saying 'Okay, let's go. On THREE, this time, Dan!
Ready? One!'
Neither of us moved.
'Two!'
I groaned, making her laugh again before she said'THREE!', and sat up as I rolled over onto my back.
'I thought you were going to get up?!', she demanded, a grin on her face.
'I was up once, already, remember?'
She dimpled a bit for me, and said 'No, I mean the other kind of up, you ding-dong! Now, come on, get UP!'
I groaned, and said 'I can't.'
'Why not?'
'I'm dead. Dead people can't get up. It's in the rules. Check them, you'll see it right there in section 14, paragraph 'A', subsection two-point-seven: 'Dead people can't get up.' And subsection two-point-eight says'Even if dead people CAN get up, they don't HAVE to'. So there.'
'There's no rule book like that, you stinker!'
'Yes there is. I've got my copy; if you can't keep track of yours, it's not my problem!'
'If you've got a rule book, show it to me!'
'No way. You just want to take it away from me so you can make me do stuff I don't wanna do.'
She giggled, and said 'Yeah, but I also want to make you do stuff you DO want to do.'
'Ah, but there's the flaw in your thinking: if I want to do something, then you don't have to 'make' me do it!'
'You're hopeless. Now get up. If you do, you can take a shower with me.
If you don't, I'll roll you out of bed so you fall on your whatsis, and then you won't be able to do anything, want to or not!'
'Carrot and stick, huh?'
'If that's what you want to call it.'
'Well, you'd probably enjoy the carrot more than I would; though the stick part might be kinda fun, if a little kinky.'
It took her a couple moments to get it; when she did, she all but collapsed in laughter. When she'd caught her breath again, she said 'You're a pervert, is what you are. Now come on, get up, and take a shower with me.'
Making a big show of it, accompanied by a major groan, I managed to sit up. Apparently, it was a good performance, because she smiled at me, and clapped her hands in appreciation.
'Very good, Dan! Very good, indeed. Now swing your legs around, and stand up. If you can do that, I'll get us into the bathroom.'
Another gut-wrenching moan to emphasize the exaggerated effort of moving around; as I stood up, Kelly got up too, and came around the bed to stand next to me.
Putting on my most soulful, whipped-puppy expression, I looked at her.
'Oh, you pooooor baby!', she gushed, before adding 'I'll bet I know how I can get you moving.'
She reached out, and took my flaccid penis in her hand before looking up at me with an impish grin, saying 'Now, here's how it works. I've got hold of something you might want to keep. I'm going into the bathroom.
If you don't stay with me, I get to keep it, and you don't.'
'You're not a woman, you're a she-devil! Unhand me!'
She just grinned at me, and headed – slowly – toward the bathroom, I kept up with her.
After our shower – a friendly one, with plenty of happy groping and enthusiastic cleaning – we straightened up the bedroom before heading into the family room, via the kitchen for some drinks. Snuggling on the couch, we kissed every now and then as we chatted while drinking our sodas. When they were gone, Kelly stood up, saying 'I really do have to go, Dan. This is Jan's time, and it's not right for me to take up too much of it, or get in the way by being here. I'll see you later, after her dad gets back from overseas.'
Leaning over, she kissed me, and when she stood up again, I told her 'I really will look forward to hearing from you, dear. I think we've got some plans to make.'
Pleased, she nodded, and headed for the door. A bit later, I heard her car as she drove away.
I stayed there, thinking, until Jan got back, perhaps an hour later.
When she came into the family room, I smiled at her, and said 'Enjoy your time at the library?'
