We slept in each other's arms. My hormones dissolved and I was content to hold Mora, to feel her close to me, her fragrance, the soft, natural scent of clean, scrubbed skin. Eventually I turned over, and in her sleep she fit herself into the curve of my back, her arms across my side.
I woke up to Mora kissing me, light touches of her lips on my eyes, forehead, cheeks, mouth, chin, and shoulders. I opened my eyes slowly, reveling in the teasing of her hair on my face as she moved her head over it.
We had coffee and juice, took our shower together, and I shaved and cleaned up. When I came into the living room Mora was naked on the sofa, reading the newspaper.
I sat next to her and we kissed. I ran my tongue rapidly in and out of her mouth, around and around, as I had learned from some panting teen-aged girl two years before. Mora pulled back her head and looked at me quizzically for a minute, the humor ever-constant in her eyes. "Take my face in your hands," she said softly.
I did.
"Now," she whispered, "just do what I do. I'll do it on my lips, so lightly I can hardly feel it."
I did.
"Now," she whispered, "just do what I do. I'll do it first, and then you do it, and then we'll do it together."
Her lips took my lower lip between them and pulled it out gently. Then she broke, but came back to the side of my lower lip and pulled again. Then, with my mouth open, she ran just the tip of her tongue slowly around the inside of my upper and lower lip.
Fitting her lips to mine, she inserted her tongue on top of mine. Still at first, she gradually started moving it, always slowly, always lovingly in and out, then, with a groan, far into my mouth, as I sucked hard to bring it still further in. I reciprocated, doing everything to her that she had done to me. When I put my tongue into her mouth she sucked on it so hard that it became painful at the base. By this time we both were breathing heavily. She ran her tongue around the outside of my lips, on over the skin around my mouth, licking my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, my ears, my neck, and I did the same to her. Then I knew why animals lick one another, it's a truly wonderful feeling.
I ran my hand over her breast, down across her belly, and between her legs. I knew I was supposed to feel for her clit, but all of those damn folds of skin got in the way again, and I couldn't seem to find it.
Breathing hard, Mora broke the kiss. "Watch," she panted, as she slid down on the sofa and spread her legs wide. "Put your head down close and watch."
She ran one hand over her belly, pushing hard on her hairy mound. The other caressed her breasts in circular motions, catching her nipples between thumb and index finger and pulling them out until they were swollen and.dark red. Then she moved both hands between her legs. With two fingers of one hand she spread open her cunt lips. With the index and middle finger of the other hand she moved to a fold of skin just about where her cunt lips parted, and started a slow, up-and-down friction motion.
"Here it is, right here. See?" she moaned, and as her ringers circled the little fold I could see a small-bump under it, the clit. Her motions became faster and I found myself caressing the insides of her spread thighs with one hand while jacking myself off with the other. I was so hot from watching her I couldn't help it. I had never before had the opportunity to have my face right between a woman's legs, and to actually watch. Her breath came in staccato stabs. "Oh, God," she shrieked, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Her eyes rolled up and her knees jerked open and closed as she pumped up furiously into her hands, one on top of the other, moving rapidly. Then she put her knees tightly together, and with her back arched off of the sofa, vibrated her orgasm as I let myself go all over her thighs.
With a sigh her whole body relaxed, and she slumped, panting, back down onto the couch. Her hand moved to the pools of sperm I had left on her body and rubbed them evenly over her legs. "See?" she said, smiling. "Thus is the power of a tiny clitoris."
The whole thing hadn't taken her two minutes.
After a while we went over to the bed, to the pearly-gray satin sheets, and Mora finally asked me to make love to her. "Now you ask me," I groaned exasperated. "After I've just masturbated and probably won't get hard for an hour, you finally ask me to make love to you."
But if I was annoyed, Mora's eyes were still warm with humor. "Is there any rule that says you have to have a hard-on to make love?"
I was surprised at the question. "No," I answered, "but it helps."
"Come kiss me," she said, pulling me up to her. My hormones were down and I didn't much feel like it, but we kissed until we were both panting again. Still not a twinge out of my wrinkled organ, limp and useless between my legs.
"Now, make love to me," she whispered, running her moist tongue into my ear. "Do just like I tell you to do and make love to me. Stroke my hair lightly, not against the grain, but with it… Now, with your fingertips, trace my forehead. My nose… My cheeks… my lips… under my chin… my throat, along the sides…
"Now, with a little more pressure, my shoulders. Massage them gently… Now my arm, circle your fingers around it and slide them slowly all the way down… My hands, feel them… the fingers… the palms… the top…
"Slide back up my arm and move slowly to my breast. Don't push or pinch, but rub gently up and down, around and around… Take my nipple between your fingers and pull it out, like you saw me do… That's right, see" how big it gets? Now lean over and lick my other nipple. Just lick it slowly, around and around… Put your mouth over it and suck it up. Feel it get hard and bumpy… Ohh, that's nice."
I felt her hand, tenderly caressing the back of my head.
"Now kiss under my breast, just where it goes into my ribs, lick it… Yes, like that. Move your head down. Look closely and you'll see a very fine, blond fuzz on my belly. Rub your lips and your cheeks over it… Put your hands on my sides and stroke them slowly, up and down… Ahhh-, it's so nice.
"Brush your cheeks and lips into my pubic hair. Feel how soft and curly?… Kiss my mound. Yes, slow and long, like that… Spread my legs with your hands. Feel them, feel the thighs, ohhhh, right on the inside of my thighs, that's the best part of me… Run your fingers over the skin.
"Take it into your mouth and feel its softness… Now, run your hands down my leg, around my knee. Use your tongue on the back of my knee. Ahhh… Feel my calf, how smooth it is. Lift my leg and take my foot in your hand, feel it carefully with your hands. Run them all over it, now, slowly, back up my legs to my rear… Take my sides and turn me over onto my stomach. That's right. Spread my arms out and run your lips along them again… Down into my armpits… Lick my armpit, don't tickle… that's right. Now, gently massage my shoulders… Ohh, that feels so good.
"Kiss my back, way down around my side, where my breast starts to come out… back up… feel the tiny bumps on my spine with your tongue… Now, move down to the small of my back… Next to my cunt and the inside of my thighs again. Feel the curve from my back, up onto my rear with your hands. Now use your lips and feel the soft hair there…
"Put your arms around my waist and kiss the small of my back hard, with your lips… See how good it feels? How smooth? Now move your head down -and kiss my rear… Put your arms around it and kiss hard, harder… but slowly, yes… Now rub the backs of my legs… a little more pressure, like that, yeah… Now, move around and spread my legs… Lie between them. Feel the soft insides of my legs against your sides as I press them into you."
Mora's voice, so soft and dreamy, had become hypnotic. I did what she told me as though in a trance, finding all of the hidden places that brought pleasure, feeling a great pleasure myself in scents and feels and textures, as I began to learn what it meant to make love.
"Lick the bottom of my ass, where it goes into my legs… Ohhh… now, move up. Lick the base of my spine, just where the crack starts. Spread my legs out and lick down into the crack. Take your hands and rub them firmly up and down the sides of my ass, pull the skin with you. That makes my clit pull a little, too, and feels so good.
"I'm going to roll my ass up. Spread my cheeks and lick, just with the tip of your tongue, around the hole… It's all right, do it… Ohhh… Now, just take the tip of your tongue and put it on my asshole… Ahhh… Now push just a little with your tongue, now pull back a little, now push a little, ohhh, yes, yes, yes!… Now roll me onto my side. Bring your body around so that your cock is near my face. Lift my top leg and hook it onto your shoulder.
"Run your fingers through my cunt hair… Up and down, never side to side. Put two fingers into my cunt. Feel how wet you made it? Now put your fingers side by side and spread the lips apart until you can feel a band of muscle against them, not too deep with your fingers, just a little way hi… Now, take your other hand, put your finger about half an inch above the top of rny slit and pull gently up toward my belly… Yes, like that. Now, take your tongue and lick lightly up and down between where your top finger is, and the split at the top of my cunt… God!"
"There?"
"Yes, yes, Oh, baby, I'm so hot, lick faster… faster!… Don't move! I'm coming!"
Mora yelled and bumped out her orgasm into my face. She jerked so hard that my fingers slipped out of place, where she had told me to put them, but it didn't matter.
"Ohh, baby, baby, that was so nice."
"Thank you, thank you."
"Ohhh, keep your tongue on my clit, but don't lick it, it's too sensitive for a while after it comes, just like your prick.
"Roll me onto my back… No, don't lie on top of me. Move off to the side a little, so I can talk to you. Let me rub your cock and your belly. It's getting hard again. I can feel it growing in my hand.
"I'll put my knees up and spread my legs wide, kiss my pubic hair… my belly… Now down and kiss the insides of my thighs… Ohh, I'm all wet. I feel so squishy and nice.
"Now, start licking me -again, slowly, like that… Bring your hand up and rub my body, my breasts. Ohh, it's so good… Run your hand back down and feel my pubic hair while you're licking… Use your fingernails and scratch the insides of my legs, not too hard… You're making me feel so good.
"Put your fingers in me… Now, bring them up to my mouth, let me suck my juice off of them. It's so salty and clean… More, give me more, nib it on my face, yes, back into my mouth… Oh, I've got to pump harder. It feels so good.
"Put your fingers back in. Keep spreading them and closing them, open and close my cunt… Lick faster. Use more pressure above my clit with your chin… Yes, like that. Put your arm under my ass and push it up to you… Harder, faster, faster, Oh, Jesus! My thighs are opening and closing on your head, can't help it, I'm coming again, Oh, baby-you-made-me-do-it-again-now-now-now… Oh, Jesus don't stop, I want more of you, more of you…
"Move around and lie between my legs. Push them back, way back, till my knees are on my belly… Caress the backs of my legs… Ohh, my cunt is so wet. I can feel it running down onto my ass.
"Look at my cunt. Spread the lips with your fingers. See how delicate and pink it is? How like a petal? Kiss it. Kiss my cunt. Run your head down and lick my ass… Put your tongue on my asshole… Oh, God! Run it all over my asshole.
"Ohhh, I've got to feel my breasts. Run your tongue all the way up to my clit… Yes, like that. Bring it down to my ass again, up to my clit again, long, wet licks all the way up and down… Oh, baby, -it's so great.
"Scratch the backs of my thighs some more… Yes… put your index finger into my asshole, slowly, just a little way, it's so wet… Now, put the fingers of your other hand into my cunt, move them in and out. Now keep doing that and lick my clit… Ohhhh, I'll guide your head with my hands… Leave your tongue out and just lick, up and down, up and down, faster, run your fingers in my cunt faster, real fast keep doing that, keep-licking-I'm-going-off-again-keep-licking-her e-it-comes!"
Mora pushed my head hard into her. I had a bit of index finger up her ass, and two fingers from my other hand going in and out of her vagina as fast as I could make them move. She bucked so violently that I couldn't keep the one finger in her behind, but she was past the point of caring, shrieking at the top of her voice, her head lolling crazily from side to side, her involuntary pumping movements faster than she could ever make herself move by will. My entire face was wet with a mixture of her juices and my own saliva. I had some reservations about licking her asshole, but it was apparent that Mora was fastidiously clean about herself. Her taste was slightly acidic saltiness, much different from Ellena, who didn't know shit about personal cleanliness.
We both were out of breath, and it took us a few minutes to calm down. The only thing that wouldn't calm down was my hard-on, it had grown again and wouldn't quit. I was a bit tired and quite proud of myself for having been such a good pupil. I had learned so much that it all was still a mess in my brain; I would have to sort it out later. But of one thing I was sure, learning to make love was like learning to ride a bicycle: once learned, you might get rusty at it, but you would never forget how.
I was very lucky. Most men learn a little bit over a lifetime from trial and error, mostly error. But I was being beautifully taught by a woman who evidently knew it all. I was grateful to her and, I thought, terribly in love.
I looked at Mora splayed out on the bed, her limbs heavy with orgasm-induced torpor, and decided to forget the pressing need throbbing restlessly between my legs. I was learning.
We lay together and talked awhile, the aimless, nonsensical things people talk about when they (at least one of them) are all fucked out. Soon she fell asleep. I slid out of her arms quietly and sat on the sofa, reading the big, Sunday newspaper. I thought that while Mora slept it would be a good opportunity for me to explore the flat.
I went to the den and looked at the books on her shelves. There neatly arranged and classified, were Have-lock Ellis, Krafft-Ebing, Freud, Jung, Adler, Aristotle, Hemingway, Dos Passes, Faulkner, and a smattering of other modern authors. There was a section of art books dealing with everything from the Renaissance to impressionist to modern. The rest of the shelves were stacked with junk, unknown titles by unknown authors to fill out the room. She had a lot of classical record sets in seventy-eight, but mostly popular singles by Frank Sinatra, Dick Hayrnes, and Perry Como.
The blank canvas bothered me. Next to the easel was a table on which sat clean brushes, glasses, and about a hundred tubes of oil scattered around a palette with multicolored dabs of paint all over it.
I slid open the closet door quietly. Inside hung a mink coat and a mink stole. Payment from whom? And for what? There was also a cardboard file box. I was tempted to open it, but didn't, not out of any moral consideration, but because I was afraid that I might be caught in the act. Against the back wall of the closet, sitting on the floor, was a finished canvas. It pictured half of a woman's torso in somber shades of blue and gray. Reclining at a diagonal slant from top left to bottom right was one breast, half of a muscular side and thigh leading to a mottled pubic area, and the top of a leg. The brush strokes on the body were tiny, but the background, in gray with darker gray shadow, was dabbed on hurriedly with a large brush. It was as though two different people had done the painting; one the torso and another the background. Was it supposed to be a painting of Mora? Of someone else? Of some idealized female form? I knew that I would be afraid to ask. I certainly didn't want her to know that I had been poking around in her personal things, so I went back inside and finished the newspaper.
Mora woke up sleepy-cuddly and warm, purring like a contented kitten. I got back into bed with her and we held each other for a while.
"I still smell myself on your breath and your face," she said.
"I'll go wash." I started to get out of bed.
She grabbed my arm. "No, don't. I like to smell it on you. Leave it."
We went to a band concert in Golden Gate Park, holding hands and skipping like two little kids. 'Then I got my first driving lesson in a large parking lot near Lake Merced. Within an hour I was driving the MG like an old pro, slipping the clutch out easily and only jerking a little bit.
I drove us to the Cliff House for dinner. The place was full of families out for Sunday chicken or fish, which was about all they had on the menu. The people next to us were trying to quiet two small kinds, and Mora looked coldly at them. "I hate children," she said bitterly.
"Why?"
"Because they're dirty and noisy and require a lot of attention. They drain the woman out of you and leave a tired, frazzled old lady in her place."
"You were a child once," I said, "peeing in your pants and being potty trained."
"I was never a child," she said, blowing a long cloud of smoke from her cigarette. "Children make me nervous. I even get nervous when I'm around them, bratty, whiny little things. Who needs them?"
"People keep having them."
"Well not me," she said emphatically.
"Never?"
"Never!"
I let the subject drop because she was becoming upset. Mora ordered another martini, her third, and drank it quickly with her dinner, eyes hard and distant.
It was still light when we got back to the flat. Mora went in to clean up and asked me to "pour me one." I made a martini for her and a Daniels for myself, raiding the bottom of the ice bucket for enough cubes to toss her drink.
By the time she came inside, her martini was warm, but it didn't matter. I could smell her from across the room, wearing a heady perfume to which I had never been exposed. I could feel my balls twitching even before she got to me. She downed her drink with a few quick swallows and never commented on the fact that the ice had melted. Her mood had changed again, and she was all lightness and love. We watched TV, holding hands and munching cheese crackers we had taken from the kitchen to go with our second round of drinks. I wanted to touch her, to start something that would get us into- bed, but I had learned that it was best if Mora started in her own time.
She put her head in my lap and appeared to nap for a while, but as the early news was coming on I felt my zipper going down. It's pretty difficult to watch the early news with a hard-on, so I was nice and soft as she took me into her mouth. My rod started to fill and gorge and she kept her mouth still, feeling it enlarge against her tongue. She sucked me until I held her head still as a signal to stop, as it was starting to feel pretty good. She slid to the floor and pulled my pants off over bare feet, while I took off my shirt. "It's time," she said, and we walked hand in hand over to the bed.
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."
"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.