At last, as we slipped onto the satin, I knew that I was going to get it into her. It seemed as though I had waited a long time, although it was just two and a half days. The first time, Mora had made love to me. The next time, she told me how to make love orally to her. This time we did it together. We washed each other's faces with our tongues, the way a loving mother cat does to her kittens. We rubbed and felt, and I got to go over all those favorite parts of her body that I had discovered before, her soft, flat, fuzzy belly, the small of her back, behind her legs, her nipples, the insides of her thighs. Meanwhile, Mora was devouring me, rubbing her face in my stomach and on the side of my ass, feeling my arms and legs, sucking my cock for a few minutes, only to stop and rub my back, then back to lick me again. I felt like I was ready to pop and I hadn't even put it into her yet.
She rolled over onto her back and brought her legs up. "Suck me for a minute baby, just enough to get it good and slippery. That way it won't cause so much friction on you when you go into me."
Mora's whole body smelled of love. I put my head between her legs and licked her clit, which I now found easily, until she started to moan and hump. Then I went lower into her cunt, spreading her lips with my fingers and running my tongue in and out, letting go as much saliva as I could, until she was good and lubricated.
"Now, baby, now," she moaned. "Come to mama."
With my chin and cheeks wet from her juices, I crawled up between her legs, eagerly poising myself to shove into her, but she put her hands against my chest, stopping me. "Just put the tip of it in, just the tip," she whispered.
Raising up on one side, I slid my cock into her as she pulled back her knees. I could see the head of my rod disappear between her cunt lips. She was very wet and the sensation wasn't too much for me. It was like shoving it into a soapy sponge. I could see her hairy lips push wide apart to accommodate me.
"Now come up on me," she said tenderly, grabbing me behind the arms and pushing me up on her body. When my chin reached the top of her head she stopped me and put her legs back down. By doing this, my cock • was flexed almost straight down. It felt like it might break off at any moment. "Now rub in and out slowly, but just a little bit, just the head of it, baby… That's right, like that. See? This way you're rubbing it right against my clit, where it feels best, but most of the sliding is on the top of your precious peter, where you don't have so many nerves."
Mora was right, just poking the head in a little, and almost all the way out of her, didn't give me the old familiar feeling; it felt good, but not too good. She had her arms around me, and her hands running up and down my back, fondling my hair., sliding down to my ass, pushing and guiding.
"Faster," she said. "Fast as you can."
Using the same movement, I started hammering at her like a machine gun, and made the startling discovery that I'm sure she wanted me to make, the faster I moved, the less I could feel. I seemed to be outrunning my own nerve impulses, and as long as I stayed ahead of them I was fine. The lips of her cunt were so squishy-wet by this time that I don't think I could have felt anything anyway. It was just like fucking a glass of water.
I was still uncomfortable from the position, and all of my urges urged me to bury myself in her. I started to go deeper, and she panted, "No! Not yet!"
But if I couldn't feel very much, fucking this way, Mora felt plenty. She kept her knees low to the bed, so my cock would have maximum contact with her clitoris. By riding her this high, not only did I have continual contact with her most sensitive area, but each tune the head, driving only shallowly into her, pulled in and out, it opened and closed her lips a little, pulling still more at her little passion bud.
When her panting became broken I knew she was starting to come. Within seconds, it welled up hi her. "Now!" she cried. "Now!"
She grabbed my buttocks with both hands and pushed me all the way into her, then brought back her legs and locked them around my waist.
The plunge into her after holding back all that time was exquisite. I wanted to come, too, to rub hard and fast and shoot my load into her. At this point it was like an overwhelming animal instinct, but even in the throes of her orgasm she kept her arms tightly around my back and held me still. "Pump with me, not against me," she panted.
With her legs around my waist and her arms around my back so tightly, I couldn't pump, anyway. She held me so that my body had to move with hers, and with her legs back like that I could feel my tip pressing against her cervix. After Mora had finished her orgasm she lay still for a minute, then trembled for a few seconds with aftershocks. I was still breathing hard and sweating when I felt her legs go back down and her grip on me relax. She smiled up at me. "See? It's not so hard, is it?"
"It's very hard," I breathed, rotating my ass so that she could feel just how hard it was.
Mora laughed, relaxed, almost as though we were having a casual conversation on the sofa. I -was proud of myself, prouder, I think, than I had ever been. I glanced at the clock on the wall. I had been in her for about ten minutes, and that was the longest that I had ever fucked any woman. For the first time, I had made a woman come with my cock, or, rather, Mora had taught me how to last long enough to make her come.
"Now, just lie still," she said. "Lie still with your cock buried deep in me. Did it feel good, baby?"
It was difficult not to move, lying there inside of her. Again I had to ignore the urge to" pump. "It felt fine. It felt great when you came," I said.
"Then you're a real man," she whispered. "You get satisfaction from pleasing your lady. And when you get as much satisfaction from that as you do from pleasing yourself, you'll be a lover."
She smiled and kissed me lightly. "My lover man."
"See," she said, "the trick is that it should feel good for you but not too good, not so good that you'll come before you want to. That's where you have the bull and the horse beat, you can ignore instinct, if you're strong enough."
It seemed so odd, lying there on top of her, our bodies joined so deeply, carrying on a conversation. It was intimate and loving, and I was beginning to like it.
"A lot of men try to last by thinking of something else," she continued. "Some doctors who treat sex problems even tell them to do that. But I think it's cheap and degrading for a man to have to think about work, or a baseball game, or some other thing far removed from sex just to last a little longer. Men cheat themselves by doing that, and they cheat their girls, too, because if some guy's rubbing hi and out, but thinking about how much he hates his boss or something, then he's not even going to be there mentally at all, and a woman can always tell.
"If he's that removed, then he's not making love anymore, and the poor girl might just as well use a dildo as that guy's penis, because neither of them has any emotion attached.
"I'll teach you how not to let it feel too good," she said, rubbing my back and sides, "but I don't want you ever to think of other things while you're making love, because if you do, you'll grow to hate it and end up not being able to get an erection at all. I've seen it before and I know, you should enjoy it and think about how good it feels and about me, or whoever, and keep your feelings and your emotions centered on your act of love. It's the only way, really, because if it's going to be any good at all, I have to know that you're enjoying it and you have to know that I'm enjoying it."
"Did you enjoy it just now?" I asked.
"Yes, but not as much as I should have, because I was occupied with thinking about what you were doing."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"Don't be sorry." She kissed me on the cheek and nose and forehead. "Don't be sorry, baby. I wanted to do it that way. And I'll keep on doing it that way until you know all that I know, and then you'll just naturally start to take over, and I'll begin really enjoying it the way I want to. But I'm not going to rush that day and neither are you. I like to think that my graduates are the best lovers in the world."