the expression on her face, but was willing to comply when she told me 'I think you'll want to sit up for this'; something in her voice and attitude told me that I was going to like whatever was about to happen. While I was getting myself settled with my back against the couch, Becky was taking a similar position against a chair just a couple of feet away. Seeing that I was watching her, she slowly brought her knees up before moving her feet apart-and then unabashedly spreading her legs, fully exposing herself to my gaze. That was followed by her taking her breasts in her hands and squeezing them before releasing them so she begin softly caressing them with her fingertips.
To my delight, it didn't take much of that before her nipples began to grow from the puckered circles of her areolas, and her labia began to get longer and darker. For the next several minutes, she patiently used her hands on her breasts and nipples to tease herself to progressively higher levels of arousal; seeing the physical results of her self-stimulation was enough to start arousing me in response. Her eyes were locked on where my cock way lying on my leg, and once she was sure that she was having the effect she was after, I got to watch as she slowly moved on hand down until it came to rest on her hairless mound. My attention was focused entirely on the hand between her spread thighs, and I watched as she slowly curled one finger so that the tip of it dipped between her parted labia before she drew it upwards, finishing the movement with a brief caress of her clitoral hood. She repeated the gesture several more times, calmly teasing her clitoris into making an appearance.
Her pearl of pleasure was fully exposed when she added something else to her actions: instead of simply drawing her fingertip across her wet opening, she slowly worked it into her virginal chamber… sliding it back and forth several times before just as slowly drawing it back out, letting me see how shiny it was with her nectar, then using the oils she'd collected on it to provide the lubrication she needed as she toyed with her clitoris. When she was done with that, she moved her hand to her mouth and didn't hesitate to lick it clean before moving her hand to her breast again. That left me with an unimpeded view of her bare mons-her erect clitoris at the top, while the glistening labia below it were parted enough to let me see that her opening was already shiny with her juices.
After letting me try to memorize the sight of her for a bit, she casually moved her hand between her legs again so she could resume her previous activities. For the next several minutes, I watched closely as she went through cycle after cycle of slowly finger-fucking herself for several seconds before shifting her attentions to her erect clitoris, then starting the whole thing over again. It was impossible not to notice that she was arousing herself as much as she was trying to get ME going: her breasts were visibly tight with her areolas puckered around the hard nipples protruding from them; between her spread thighs, her labia were longer and thicker, dark with her desire. The entrance to her untried womanhood was not only shiny with her oils, but the nectar that escaped her was beginning to slowly trickle down from her opening. Several times, she'd cleaned her juices off her finger (an incredibly erotic sight itself), without making the slighted dent in what was slowly leaking out of her.
My cock had gotten long and thick, but wasn't quite hard enough to stand up from my groin when she took her efforts even farther by adding a second finger to the one she was fucking herself with, and spending even more time sliding them in and out before moving them to her clit.
I expect that both of us were pleased when my manhood began to rise up off of my leg as she continued pleasuring herself; the process went even faster when I noticed that the blush she'd developed extended all the way down to her chest, and that she was steadily panting with her increased desire.
As she continued her efforts, it sank in for me that she was using two fingers to fuck herself with; that left me with reason to believe that it wouldn't be too difficult for her to accept my adult erection-as well as arousing me at the sight of what she was doing, and helping me get even harder as I watched her become more aroused and move herself closer to an orgasm.
A few minutes more, and it became clear to me that she was approaching her release: she was arching her hips forward each time she slid her fingers into her wet pussy, and she was panting and moaning continuously. I caught myself holding my breath as I waited for her to find the last little bit of pleasure she needed to orgasm; by a conscious effort, I took a deep breath just ahead of the start of her climax. She pulled her drenched fingers out of her pussy and used them to press against her clitoris under its hood, making it possible for me to watch as the entrance to her vagina clenched in time with the waves of pleasure that I could see coursing through her. Watching that happen as I listened to her groans of pleasure was the last bit of stimulation I needed to reach full hardness; with the end of her release, I entertained myself by looking at the sight of her bare mons while imagining what it would be like to feel my hard cock buried in her.
Young as she was, it didn't take her long to recover from her climax; when she opened her eyes and saw me sitting there with my hard dick waving in the air, the look of eager anticipation she got was priceless. Before I could say or do anything, she scooted herself closer to me and leaned over, taking my erection between her lips. Just as she'd done before, she used her lips and tongue on me just long enough to ensure I was erect and well-wetted with her saliva before releasing me from her mouth; satisfied with her handiwork, she quickly straddled my waist. With her kneeling right in front of me the way she was, I put my hands on her hips and held her in place so I could lean forward and fasten my mouth on the peak of one of her lovely breasts. When I started sucking on her erect nipple, she loudly moaned her pleasure before putting her hands on my head to hold it there. It couldn't have taken two minutes for me to get the ends of both of her firm breasts hard and erect, and glistening with my saliva, before I released my soft hold on her. Free to move again, she reached between her legs and took hold of my erection. Levering it up, she discovered that she wasn't in quite the right position and quickly made the necessary adjustments.
When everything was to her satisfaction, she held the head of my dick against her wet opening while letting enough of her weight rest against it to ensure it remained there. I put my hands on her hips again, applying just enough pressure to let her know that it was only to help steady her. She looked into my eyes, and I could easily see that she was somewhat nervous. After making sure I had her attention, I told her 'It's okay, Becky. I'm going to stay right here, just like this-so only go however fast or do whatever feels right for you. I only have one bit of advice for you: if something hurts, don't do that . Okay?'
Not only did my reassurance do wonders to help her relax, I even managed to draw a smile from her with my advice. She was in a much better frame of mind when she told me 'Thanks for reminding me why I wanted this to happen with you, Mister Harrison.'
A moment later, I felt it as she began her efforts to get her virginal fifteen-year-old pussy wrapped around my erect manhood. To our mutual pleasure and relief, it didn't turn out to be all that difficult for her to get the head of my cock past the ring of her entrance: we were both amply lubricated and she only advanced as fast as she was comfortable with, despite her eagerness for it to happen. When I felt her opening clenched behind the head of my dick, I applied a bit of pressure to her hips and got her to hold still before I told her 'Let's take a minute to get used to all this before we go on, okay?'
Even though I was fine with how things were going, I was still concerned enough about her that I wanted to make sure she didn't try to go any faster than was prudent… even though she hadn't shown any sign that she was having any trouble, either. Still, she agreed readily enough, and I used the opportunity to toy with her lovely breasts while the two of us exchanged several kisses.
After a couple of minutes, she told me 'You can keep playing with my boobs if you want to, but I'm ready to go on-I want you in me!'
Using my best hen-pecked husband voice and expression, I answered 'Yes, dear', making her giggle briefly before she started getting herself settled farther onto my erection. While I played with her boobs.
Naturally it took a bit longer, but there came to point that the two of us felt her butt settle onto the tops of my thighs. I took my hands off her breasts in favor of wrapping my arms around her and gently hugging her as I told her 'That's it, sweetheart. You are most definitely not a virgin any more.'
It was easy to hear the happiness in her voice as she answered 'Believe me, I know I'm not a virgin any more! You feel so big in me, but it feels so good, too; and it was way easier than I even hoped it could be.'
She didn't seem inclined to do much of anything other than let me hold her, which I was perfectly content to do for as long as she needed or wanted me to: not only did I have the delectable bundle of her in my arms, but I was free to enjoy the feeling of having my dick surrounded by her hot and wet and tight vagina. I could feel that there was still a little bit of it outside her, but knew that I'd have all of my cock buried in her before things were done.
After a bit, she began making a few tentative movements on my lap; satisfied with the resulting sensations, she wasn't reluctant about expanding her activities and eventually tried lifting herself off of me a little way before settling herself down again. With a soft push, she eased herself out of the circle of my arms far enough that I could
