"Who? Me?"
Yes, you, damn you! That first one was just fine, thank you very much; but you just HAD to keep doing all that other stuff, too, and make me have another orgasm even stronger. And then you try to kill me with this last one! Christ, I didn't think it was ever going to end! And now all I can do is just lay here, and not even THINK about doing anything else."
"You didn't like them?"
"Dammit, that's the problem! I did like them – too damn much!"
With a bit of effort (she wasn't a small woman, after all) and little more than token assistance from Doris, I got her off of me and settled on her back on the bed. After quickly reversing my orientation, I got myself settled in next to her. Cupping her breast in my hand, I looked at her and saw that she wasn't so much upset with me about what I'd done as she was stunned and surprised by the results. When I lowered my head to kiss her, she put her hand behind my neck and held me in place so she could fence tongues with me for a bit. By the time she let me go again, I knew that she was starting to recover. After I raised my head, I saw that she granted me provisional forgiveness – and quietly resolved not to do anything like that to her again until we'd gotten her stamina built up.
So that she'd have some time to get some of her energy back, I figured to just let her lay there until she let me know she was ready for us to go on. Rather than just lay there, however, I continued to exchange kisses with her; some of them were loving and affectionate, while she turned others into more passionate and lusty events. I also kept my hand in almost constant motion on her: caressing or squeezing her breasts, teasing and toying with her nipples, softly stroking her abdomen, running my fingertips through her pubic pelt, and generally acting like a pubescent boy with his first naked female.
Doris had started responding to my touches, so it wasn't any surprise when I felt her reach down to take my penis in her hand. I simply had to smile at the expression on her face when she discovered that I was still fully erect – the mixture of surprise, awe, and delight were almost comical. Still she didn't let anything stop her from giving me a gentle squeeze before she started stroking me in an apparent effort to make sure I was ready for what she wanted us to do.
It didn't take her long to satisfy herself that I was "up" to the task; with a gentle nudge, a few soft touches, and a look, she let me know that she wanted me inside her again.
She'd spread her legs and pulled her knees up to open herself to me as much as she could before I moved between her thighs and got myself positioned against her opening. Our eyes locked, and with only the most minute nod of her head, she let me know she was ready. When I started to press myself into her, I quickly learned just how ready she was – much wetter than she'd been the first time, she provided ample lubrication for my penis as it slowly filled her chamber. She was still damn near as tight inside as she'd been before, and easily as warm… almost hot, even. By taking it slow and easy, I was able to fill her with my manhood in a single continuous push.
With the ring of her entrance clenched around the base of my cock, I paused – but only for a moment, because she pressed herself up against me… making it clear that she wanted me to continue.
Since she was so obviously ready and willing, I knew that I didn't have to concern myself so much about not rushing her or making sure she stayed comfortable. It took only a couple of minutes for me to get into the cycle of penetration and withdrawal that had pleased both of us before. Doris responded to my efforts even more quickly than she had the first time, and went even further to become an active partner in our copulation.
It didn't take long for the room to be filled with the enticing aroma of aroused female, and the liquid sounds of our coupling. Those were leavened with the assortment of moans, gasps, groans, and other noises of pleasure and arousal both of us were making.
Doris didn't have any trouble reaching a fairly strong orgasm, and sooner than she had when I'd been in her the first time. When it was over, she was feeling frisky enough to want to try being on top of me – something that she'd never done before. Feeling a little tired, I was agreeable enough, and we got ourselves changed around. Doris got a look of absolute bliss as she settled herself down onto my erection the first time… and looked even more pleased when she somehow managed to get the last fraction of an inch of it. I'll confess to enjoying the several minutes that followed as she experimented with how it felt when she moved in different ways, and even gained some rudimentary control over her vaginal muscles. That accomplished, she went on to enjoy the hell out of her first experience at self-impalement. My ability to reach up and do a variety of things to her wobbling breasts, and even suck on her nipples at times, may have contributed somewhat. Supporting her body with her arms, she was able to bounce herself on my erection to a second (if slightly less intense) release. With all the really fun bits available, I had a nice time molesting her as she got her breath and energy back.
When she was alert enough to realize that I hadn't climaxed, and was still hard and inside her, she was more than ready for us to continue. My suggestion that I do her from behind met with her approval; the slight noise that resulted when she raised up and my penis pulled out of her caused her to blush furiously – but didn't lessen her enthusiasm. A minute later, she was on her hands and knees with me tucked in behind her. I easily buried myself in her again, and we were off on another adventure. She found the different angle I was entering her at to be a little more stimulating, and it wasn't but a couple of minutes before she orgasmed again. The feeling of her hot and wet vagina around my cock as it happened did wonders at stimulating ME, and got me started toward finding my own release.
The increase in my "enthusiasm" as I increased my pleasure only served to stimulate Doris even more. I'd reached the point where my finish was inevitable when I realized that I was probably going to cum before she could climax again. I didn't expect that she'd be upset if that happened, but I was reluctant to leave her feeling unfinished, too. Leaning forward enough to get my arm around her, I slid my hand between her thighs and used the overflow of her juices so that I could start adding to her pleasure by teasing her clitoris.
It worked a lot better than I'd thought, and it wasn't long until I could feel her body begin to tense up with an approaching climax. Figuring that it was better to cum in her after than before, I just kept doing what I was; I doubt that it took even a full minute for her to find her release for the fourth time since our second session of lovemaking had started.
As it turned out, I was a lot closer to my own finish than I'd thought; the repeated clenching and spasming of Doris' womanhood proved to be all the trigger I needed to find my own release. I managed to stuff myself as far inside her as I could just ahead of trying to coat her tonsils with my cum.
By the time I finished emptying myself in her, I felt nearly as weak as a kitten; judging from the way Doris was gasping and weaving around underneath me as I supported myself with my arms, she wasn't doing any better, and probably worse. Letting my head hang down so that my mouth was next to her ear, I told her "I think if we help each other, we can lay down without getting hurt… or having to unhook."
It took a second for her to raise her head and turn it to look at me after she realized my penis was still mostly inside her. Still panting, the best she could do in response to my suggestion was to nod her agreement.
After giving the situation a few seconds thought, I provided the guidance that let her cooperate with me so we could move from where we were to where we wanted to be. We managed to get it done without any mishaps, so when we were finished, I was laying behind her with my arm across her body – and one of her breasts in my hand, with her holding it there. The way we were positioned, my penis continued to serve as a plug, even after it had gone completely soft. Both of us were careful not to move too much because neither of us was in any condition to do anything about it if it slipped free.