"What do you mean, your 'graduates'?" I asked.
"All this sex talk is making me horny again," she answered, changing the subject. "Now, just close your eyes and rest on me until your hard-on has gone down about halfway," she whispered, turning my head and laying it on her shoulder.
I could feel myself, now accustomed and at home inside of her, begin to go down a bit. Mora could feel it, too. "Stay in me all the way this time," she said, "but don't pump against me."
She began moving her belly up against me slowly. "Get up high on me again, but not as high as last time, face to face with me, so we can kiss. Keep your pubic bone against mine and bear down, so that the angle at the base of your cock stays against my clit. When I move up, you move up; when I go down, you go down.
"Most men think they have to rub the opposite way from the girl, and that's what finishes them off so fast-that, and using strokes that are too long before they're ready for long strokes. If you move the same way I do, I'll get enough friction against my clit to come, and I'll be able to feel you in me all the way, filling me."
She started to move, and I went with her. "Keep your weight on your elbows," she said. "If I want to feel you crushing me, I'll pull you down. If you have to shoot, you can do it in me, you won't get me pregnant."
I wanted to ask her why not, but thought better of it. When she began to hump, I forgot about it entirely and just concentrated on staying with her. I could feel myself growing hard in her again and I pushed in as far as I could, holding the top base of my cock against the top of her cunt. Mora was right again. Our tongues found each other as she began to pump against me harder. I could feel just the slightest bit of slipping in and out of her because our motions didn't quite match perfectly, enough so that she could feel the sliding motion pulling on her clitoris. She began to pant, and I could feel her getting very wet again as our motions made little squishing sounds. "As I get wetter, move in and out a little more," she breathed into my mouth.
I did, and it worked. The wetter she became, the less I could feel. I tried lengthening my stroke until it felt too good, then I shortened it again. Her panting began to sound broken and I knew that she was on the threshold of going off again.
"Fast, now, fast and hard against me," she cried. I started going like a jackhammer, as I had done the first time, and it worked again. Actually I was only sliding back and forth maybe an inch, but I was going so fast my nerve impulses couldn't catch up.
Mora came with a roar. "Don't stop, God, keep doing that. Put your hands under my shoulders and shake me fast."
I shook her as fast as I could. Her head was bobbing up and down off the pillow like a sexy piston, eyes open and wild, feeling everything and seeing nothing, her tongue lolling from her mouth. She seemed to be having another, more powerful orgasm on top of her first.
"God, now!" she screamed hoarsely. "Now, baby-come in me, ohhh, hurry, baby, hurry and come."
Excited beyond anything I had ever known, I gave those long, hard strokes I had been denying myself, moaning and crying out as I felt the sperm come up. Mora's hands were tight on my ass, driving me in and out of her, and just as it started to spurt out, I felt her finger in my behind, pushing hard. It was like a lovely kick in the balls; everything but my toenails was coming out of me. The holding back had heightened my own orgasm, and the more I came, the more Mora seemed to come.
When I finished I collapsed onto her, but those delicate, knowing hands of hers kept my ass moving into her.
"Keep going for a while," she panted. "It will make us both feel better longer." She was right again. As I kept moving slowly for a minute or two I felt several more surges of pleasure, and I could feel Mora tremble again from aftershocks.
I glanced once more at the wall clock.
I had been inside of her for more than a half hour.
Chapter 4
We lay loosely, legs intertwined, as Mora talked to me of making love. She had a way of instructing, of teaching without seeming to be a teacher, without implying that she was the fount of all knowledge and that I was an ignorant asshole who knew nothing. She made it seem as though she, too, was a participant, learning for the first time along with me.
"One of these days you'll reach Nirvana," she said.
"What do you mean?" As far as I knew, Nirvana was a perfected form of meditation where God and soul became one, or some such shit.
"I mean that as you continue to make love, and you begin to last longer and longer, you'll reach a state of being apart from the act of love, yet integrally tied to it, a kind of never-never land where you can feel yourself above yourself, looking down at yourself making love. The sensation becomes very pleasurable but constant, without all of the erotic peaks that make you want to ejaculate. It's a state of steady love, steady feeling, where reality temporarily departs.
"Do you think I could do that?"
She examined me as though I were an article of merchandise she might buy. "Yes, I think so. I've only known a couple of men who could do it, but I think you could. I mean, I think you have the capability."
"What happens when you reach Nirvana?"
"Well, it's sort of a pleasure above pleasure. It's deeper, soul satisfying, but very hard to explain."
"Can you experience Nirvana, too?"
"No, only a man can do that. As a woman, I have an advantage, because all I have to do is lie there. But when a man prods me to orgasm, there's no way I can back it down and still feel pleasure. I just have to go ahead and climax."
"How many men have you slept with?" I was curious, Also stupid. I felt her grip on me go cold.
"Enough," she said dryly, I could feel her conscious effort to put no emotion or inflection into the word.
As if forcing herself to forget about my dumb question, she began sucking me again and turned her body, indicating that I should suck her at the same time. We did the sixty-nine lying on our sides. It had been only about a half hour since I had shot, and I didn't think I was ready yet for more.
Mora thought differently. When she had sucked me about halfhard she said that she wanted me to put it into her again. I told her it wasn't hard enough, but she seemed to think that it was, so I didn't argue as she flipped over onto her back. She put her knees all the way back to her breasts, thus bringing her cunt, which was slippery from my licking, up almost on the same plane as her belly. She told me to stay on my knees between her legs and lean over her, but not too far. Then she took my semiturgid cock in her hand, bent slightly, and just stuffed the damn thing into her.
"Now," she breathed, "you can do whatever you want till you get hard, but keep it in all the way so it won't fall out, and bump my clit at the end of each pump."
I had never been in a woman when I didn't have a hard-on, and the feeling was unique. I pumped hard and furiously for a long time, hitting Mora's clit each time I pushed in. If she got any less sensation because I wasn't completely hard, she didn't show it. She pumped up against me, putting her legs over my shoulders so that I couldn't fall out of her. This was the most excited I had yet seen her, crying out, slapping the sheets with her hands, raking my back with her nails. When she came she lost control completely, and I got so excited by her orgasm that I got hard in her, which excited her still more and made her come longer and yet more violently. It was all I could do just to stay on her.
I bumped her gently until her breathing became normal again. The erection that her orgasm had caused me also went back down a bit, I still wasn't ready. I started again, moving into her slowly and bumping her clit at the end of each stroke, being careful to move with her and not against her. When she got passionate again, I got hard again. Remembering my earlier lesson, I pushed • myself up on her until my chin was over her head and my cock was pointing almost straight down. I pulled it out until just the tip was in her, and began short, rubbing strokes against her clit. She was so wet I felt like I was in a vat of warm, melted butter.