[Continued from "Sex is Fun (Part 3)."]

Sure enough, in a moment her eyes got a bit wider and she drew her breath, then a rather louder squeak … and again … and again.  I stopped what I was doing and let her catch her breath.  The beauty she had in repose was doubled by the after effects of her orgasm.  She was glowing with sweat.  I was even harder than before, but I was patient.  Is there more erotic sight than a woman as she comes?
It was time to give her clit some attention.  I took my fingers out of her sex and lowered my face to the little button that shown so invitingly.  Her fuzz tickled my nose.  It was full of her scent.  I put my tongue on her labia lips, l long strokes … gentle strokes.  Her breathing got short and sharp.  Orgasms lead to more orgasms.  At first I could taste the salty blood from her deflowering, but her pussy juice dissolved it.  I worked my way to the hood of her clit then circled the whole structure with my tongue.  I had to hold her hips still so I could get at it.  Then I sucked it, like a tiny cock.  Clarissa began to whimper quietly, a good sign.  She was getting ready to really let go.  Her strong abs flexed and for a moment I lost track of her, but I found the target quickly, I alternated licking, sucking and eventually flicking her clit, as her whimpers gained strength and became more rhythmical, synchronized with the contractions in her belly.  I didn’t raise my head, not wanting to break the melding of my mouth with her pussy.  Her whimpers turned to louder, deeper cries.  Their intensity showed she had come once … twice more.

It was time for a little intercourse.  I added some saliva to the chemistry she was creating in her vagina then; licking my way up her body, I slid to a position where I could enter her.  I my tongue caressed her neck.  I kissed her again deeply.  Clarissa has sexy teeth.  I raised my shoulders and held myself on my arms…  She was already transported – after five or six orgasms who wouldn’t be?  She was only slightly aware of me.  Entering her was easy.  I almost didn’t feel her as my cock slid past her labia.  I don’t have a large cock, it is thin and of moderate length.  I don’t often have to batter my way in.  Heather had told me it is best to give my partners orgasms before exposing my cock to pussy.  It makes things smoother.  Her vagina, having been grasping on air for the previous minutes, clamped right down on my cock.

I like to ride high; it gives me greater range of motion, and seems to bring more orgasms to my partner, which is what turns me on, after all.  While I didn’t know it at the time, a woman’s power flows out of her eyes and being above her allows it to flow directly into me.

I was very hard now but as I stroked I could feel my cock getting fuller, thicker.  I moved not just in and out but round and round.  I wanted the entirety of her insides to feel what I was doing.  Clarissa came again.  She was moving her head and breathing raggedly.  “Oh…Oh…Oh!”  Then she raised her head.  Her eyes were big.  You could see the fear.  “No more, please, no more.”  Today I might have been tempted, but in 1968, with someone without experience it would have been a crime to stop before she was done.

I didn’t answer, I just kept moving.  I changed my rhythm from the slow probing to a quick, violent in and out.  Another advantage to being of more moderate size, I didn’t hurt her with the violence of my movements.  There was fear in her eyes.  Then she threw her head back and screamed the last orgasm before she passed out.  A great rush of her energy hit me in the face.  Again, I didn’t realize it at the time, but this was her power flowing from her to me, just as I was about to expel some power into her.
I could feel my cock begin to pump semen.  I didn’t want to come yet, I squeezed my anus.  Maybe I could get another one or two out of her, but in moments there was a great rush of energy beginning in my anus and rising to my head.  I roared.  My body shook and I joined Clarissa in le petite mort.

Later in life I would like to just lay with my partner, soft inside her waiting for my body to recover.  Sometimes I even got hard again after several minutes, a trick women loved, but Clarissa had drained me as much as I had drained her, so I just slumped onto the bed beside her.

When I regained my senses I was next to her.  She was just coming to.  I untied her wrists and ankles.  She grabbed my neck and pulled me on top of her.  She kissed me.  She rolled over and lay on top of me.  “I’m so glad you didn’t stop.  I was afraid that if I came one more time my head would blow up.”  It was the first time, but not the last time I’ve heard that.

I needed her touching my skin; we lay like a beast with two backs for several minutes, recovering reality.  The tape was rewinding.  I looked at my watch.  Shit!  I had to get her home.

Neither of us was steady on our feet for the first couple moments after we stood up, but we managed to get dressed and out the door in time to get her home on time.  I didn’t want to take the long walk back to my house so I went back to the studio.  It was a very different place when I went back to sleep in the bed with all the smells of our lovemaking.  I fell right to sleep and woke in a couple hours feeling clean and refreshed, in spite of smelling of her still.

Clarissa seemed to be a much better dancer from then on and even began to get more mature roles.  We went back to each other twice more but neither of them was as explosive as that first one, for lots of reasons,  She had broke my bondage virginity and I gave her a good start as a sexual creature.  She ended up marrying after having a professional dancing career.  She has three children; she is still with her husband of twenty years.  All-in-all it was a good night’s work.

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