"I guess I can do that, I suppose…" I replied, teasing her.
I heard her start to splutter a little before she realized that I was teasing; then she laughed a little before telling me "Okay, you got me. Ha Ha, very funny. Now, if you're through being a comedian, you might want to get one of those big towels out of the bathroom. I used to get pretty wet inside, and it wasn't anything special for me to leave a big wet spot. I don't think that has changed any, and I doubt that either of us wants the hassle of trying to explain to anybody why there's a big puddle on the bed that smells like used pussy – even if we are both over legal age and consenting adults. Besides which, it's nobody's business but ours."
What she said made sense, so I got up and went into the bathroom to retrieve a towel. When I got back to the bed, she told me "The way I feel, you'd probably better fold it over – and maybe put one of those plastic covers from the drycleaning under it to make sure nothing gets through before we get me shifted around."
All of that sounded a little like overkill to me, but I had to trust that she knew her own body. Besides which, the extra layer of the drycleaning plastic would make sure we didn't leave any incriminating evidence. So I got the plastic cover off some of the clothing she'd had drycleaned, folded it over a couple of times, then put the folded-once towel on top of it. With that done, the next step was to get her repositioned, as she'd said. She was able to help some, so it wasn't but a minute or so before I was able to lift her up enough to slip the plastic and towel under her – making sure that everything was positioned to ensure it caught and contained any 'overflow'.
When I finally moved to get between her legs, it turned out that I had to help her spread them a little more; to my surprise, she was a little embarrassed by it – and a little annoyed, too, until I told her "Evie, it's okay. We both know that there were going to have to be adjustments before this could happen. In this case, the adjustment is physical, instead of something else. it's no big deal, okay?"
That settled her down easily enough. The next thing I knew, though, she was telling me "It looks like you could use a little, uh, freshening up."
It took me a second before I understood that she was referring to my slightly-deflated penis. I hadn't lost much of my erection while we'd been getting situated, but I wasn't fully erect, either. When I looked at her questioningly, she just smiled lecherously and said "If you'll move up here, I think I can take care of that for you."
I had to smile back as I answered "I'm sure you can!"
We tried a couple of things that would let her use her mouth on me again, but neither of them was satisfactory. Finally, Evie just said "Go ahead and straddle my body, and then lean forward. It'll look like hell, but I know you won't put too much weight on me, and I think it's the only way that'll get us lined up right."
I thought to myself that it would look bad, but that as long as I supported my own weight, it wouldn't be hard on her, at all. I readily moved to get a knee on each side of her and lean forward; with only minor adjustment, I was in a position to where I only had to lower my penis into her waiting mouth. Once she had it, she didn't delay in applying her considerable oral talents toward getting me completely hard again – and reaching that goal in short order.
As I was backing myself out of her greedy little mouth, she deliberately left a layer of her saliva on my cock to act as the initial bit of lubrication I'd likely need to enter her. Once she was able to speak again, she looked up at me and plaintively asked "Now can we get that thing in me?"
I looked back at her and answered "If we can't, it won't be from lack of trying…", visibly pleasing her.
I quickly got between her legs again, and was happy to discover that the towel under her ass tilted her pelvis up at almost a perfect angle. Positioning myself over her, I used one hand to support myself as the other guided the spit-shiny head of my cock between her labia, and then against the opening of her womanhood. There were a couple of pillows behind her head so that she could look down and see as I firmly, but carefully, began to press myself into her.
Even with the stretching of her vagina I'd done, she was still small and tight inside. I was afraid that if I pushed any harder to get into her, I'd hurt her; but when I looked up at her in question, she just told me "No, you're not hurting me any. If you do, I'm not afraid to tell you – but you aren't, so keep going."
Hearing that, I was willing to push a little harder – and eventually slipped through the tight ring of her opening. I heard a noise from Evie, and looked up to see if she needed or wanted me to pull back out of her. But the expression on her face let me know that the noise I'd heard had been one of relief or pleasure, not pain, or discomfort.
With my manhood firmly in place, I got both hands on the bed and began pressing myself into her, slowly and carefully, making sure that I stayed wetted with her ample lubrication. As tight as she was, she was also very wet inside, just as she'd told me she expected. And in addition to that, she was amazingly warm; almost hot, even. All in all, it was a most enjoyable experience, getting myself buried into the core of her sex; and the minor difficulty of it made me damn glad she'd gotten me fully erect before making the effort.
When I felt the tight confines of her womanhood clenched around the length of my penis, I held myself there in favor of lowering my body so that the two of us could kiss; Evie eagerly responded to my lips on hers, and we quickly reached our previous near-incendiary level. I could feel the softness of her breasts pressing against me as the hard pebbles of her erect nipples tried to bore into my chest while the two of us kissed passionately.
We continued like that for a couple of minutes; it wasn't until I decided that she wasn't quite as tight around me that I figured it was okay to start moving in her. Resting on my elbows, I kept my body next to hers as I arched my hips to slowly slide myself out of her until only the head of my cock was inside her. Then I reversed course to enter her again, just as slowly as I'd withdrawn. I watched her face as I did, and saw her close her eyes, the expression on her face making it more than clear that the sensation of my hardness filling her again pleased and delighted her.
I gradually increased the tempo at which I was sliding in and out of her, as well as how 'enthusiastic' I was about it. She seemed to like pretty much anything I did, as long as I was moving in her; but I did find a combination of speed and force that she seemed to particularly enjoy. With her having little voluntary control over most of her body, she wasn't able to arch herself up at me or do any of the other things that nearly all of the other women I'd been with did when we were together – and with Evie, that wasn't a bad thing at all. Even with the way I was pumping in and out of her, she was still delightfully snug inside; and the addition of how warm and wet she was only added to the pleasure I was feeling. I was perfectly willing to go on fucking her that way as long as I could: it felt damn good, but wasn't stimulating me so much that I had to worry that was going to cum in her any time soon.
At l didn't think I had to worry about it until she had her first climax from having me inside her.
I could tell that she was getting close, but simply continued thrusting into her the same way had been, figuring I already had some idea of what she'd feel like when it happened and that I'd be able to deal with it. What I didn't anticipate was that the way she had orgasms would change; whether as a result of it being stronger or because it was my cock moving her. Either way, I could tell as her body tensed beneath me, followed by a deep groan of pleasure as she slipped into what was easily the strongest climax she'd had since we started. I was greatly surprised when I felt her vaginal muscles tighten around me in a rhythmic clenching that matched the tremors I could feel coursing through the rest of her as she gasped and moaned her way through her release. The clenching of her around me was stimulating me much, much more than I would have liked – I hoped to be able to take plenty of time to enjoy what we were doing, and the sensations she was creating around my cock would move me to my own climax sooner than I really wanted.