For my part, I held her cute buns in my hands and raised my head to begin licking up the juices that she was already starting to produce. Between her enthusiasm for getting me ready, and her increasing desires, it wasn't long before both of us were ready to go.
Noisily releasing my erection from between her lips, she told me 'That feels really nice, but I want you in me.'
Reluctantly, I stopped trying to see if I could lick her tonsils and let my head fall back; she carefully moved so that she was kneeling next to me. Looking at me eagerly, she asked 'What now?'
'The easiest thing for you would probably be if you got on top of me. Then you could just kind of sit down on me – you could go however slow you wanted to, so that if it started to hurt or anything, you could stop until you were ready again. If you don't want to do that, then we can do pretty much anything you want.'
She looked at me for a moment, then said 'Sheri told me that it didn't hurt for her at all when you were in her the first time. But I think that I'd better do it the way you said, just to make sure.'
'That's fine', I assured her. 'You know how we should fit together, so I'm ready whenever you are.'
She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest to steady herself as she moved to get a leg on each side of me. Reaching between us and taking my erection in her hand, she discovered that she wasn't quite in the right position and eased herself back a bit. Finally satisfied that the two of us were lined up, she lifted herself up and slid the head of my penis between her labia a couple of times to wet it with her oils before positioning it at her opening.
I could see that she was nervous, but not afraid, and put my hands on her hips before telling her 'Just take it easy, Crissy. We've got as much time as you need or want, so don't push things. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt, okay?'
Between holding still as I was, what I said to her, and that she could feel my hands were there only to help steady her, she understood that going as slow as she wanted was just fine with me. She nodded her understanding of what I'd told her, and carefully began to lower herself onto me. There was some initial resistance, of course, and I could see her starting to get upset. I gently patted her hip to get her attention, and when I had it, told her 'Don't try to force yourself on me. Try to relax and let me in.'
'I understand', she told me. I watched as she took a deep breath and willed herself to relax before trying again – and saw the pleased and surprised look on her face when the head slipped through. She stopped immediately, and held still as though waiting to see if it was going to start hurting. When it didn't, she raised up a little, then settled back down again, letting herself settle on me another inch or so. It didn't take as long for her to decide that she wasn't experiencing any pain, and repeated what she'd just done – but not getting as far, since the head of my penis came up against the obstruction of her hymen. Looking at me, she asked 'What do I do now?'
'Whatever feels right and comfortable for you, Crissy. It might break pretty easily, or it might be a little harder. When my finger was in you, I didn't think it was going to be hard for you when it broke – but that's me. What you could do is kind of bounce yourself against it and see if it will just kind of fall apart. If that doesn't work, then you can try something else.'
She didn't bother responding; she just raised and lowered herself a few times to make sure I was moving easily inside her, then began doing as I'd suggested. I think she was more surprised than I was when, about the third time she slid down onto me, her maidenhead gave way – letting her drop another inch before she caught herself. I looked at her closely, but didn't see any tears, and asked 'Are you okay?'
She considered it for a moment, then told me 'I felt a tug, and a short little pain, but that was it. And even the pain is gone, now.'
Then she looked at me, and with a broad smile on her face asked 'That's it? I'm not a virgin any more? We can make love now?'
I smiled back at her and answered 'The answers to your questions are yes, no, and yes. Yes, that's it; no, you're not a virgin any more; and yes, we can make love now.'
With a gleam in her eyes, she lifted herself up until only the head of my penis was inside her – I saw a trace of blood on myself, but didn't say anything – then lowered herself until she'd taken over half my length inside. Her eyes were closed, and I don't think she realized that she was voicing her thoughts when she said 'This feels so nice!'
With me securely in place, she released the hold she had on my erection, and put her hand on my chest with the other one. Arching her back, she slipped herself off of me a little ways, then back on again – ending with nearly my entire length inside her. She opened her eyes and looked to where we were joined, and I heard her mutter 'And there's still more!'
Her head lowered, she watched herself raise up again – and saying 'That is so sexy to watch!' as she did. She hesitated a moment, then impaled herself on me again, groaning as she simultaneously watched and felt my manhood disappearing inside her; when she stopped that time, her pubic hair was merged with mine.
The only part of my erect penis that wasn't in contact with her vagina was where it was connected to me; all the rest of it was basking in the hot, wet, tight sheath of her womanhood. As she held herself over me, I could feel occasional flutterings as her vaginal muscles responded to what the rest of her body was doing. After a bit, she moved to sit up again; I welcomed the chance to take her breasts in my hands and squeeze them, and play with her nipples while she lost herself in the feeling of being filled with a hard male for the first time in her life. From the expression on her face, I didn't think for a moment that it was going to be the last.
A minute or so later, she finally decided that she was ready to get things moving – literally. She slowly raised herself up until only about half of my penis was inside her, she just as slowly lowered herself back down while softly moaning as she did. After a brief delay, she repeated the cycle; then again with even less of a pause. As she continued her movements, she gradually increased the speed at which she was moving – along with increasing the distance she was rising each time. It wasn't long before she was in constant motion over me, lifting herself before re-impaling herself on my manhood as I continued to play with her breasts.
The two of us having climaxed so recently helped both of us: me, by letting me enjoy the sensation of her tight, wet vagina sliding up and down my penis without having to worry about climaxing any time soon; and her by fanning the flames of her previous desire, ensuring that each time she settled back down on me, it nudged her arousal and excitement a little higher.
Neither one of us spoke – at least, coherently; as she continued to pleasure herself with my penis, I could hear her make various pleased noises and occasionally mutter something that let me know she was enjoying what she was feeling. For my part, I was content to listen to her, and the liquid sounds of our coupling.
I don't know how long we went on like that. All I know is that when she finally began to tire, I moved my hands to her hips and managed to get her to stop so I could tell her 'If you want, we can change around. It looks like you're getting tired.'
'I guess I am', she panted. 'What do you want to do?'
'How about if you get on your hands and knees, and I'm behind you?'
She got a lecherous grin on her face before she answered 'I think I like that idea!'
She started raising up again, moaning in disappointment when she felt my penis slip free of her intimate hold. Once it was done, though, she didn't hesitate to get off of me and take the position I'd suggested. Watching as I got to my knees, she seemed fascinated by the swaying of my glistening penis as I knee-walked behind her. I took a few moments to look at the view that she was presenting me: her dark red bush framing the core of her womanhood, her shiny labia parted as though showing me what my target was. Only when she made a frustrated noise and wiggled her hips at me did the spell break. Putting my hands on her waist, I edged myself forward until the head of my manhood slid between her vaginal lips and pressed against her opening. I was still coated with the ample oils she was producing, so I simply began pressing my hips forward – and felt it first as the head of my erection slipped through the tight ring of her entrance, then the sensation of it slowly sliding down until it was clenching the base of my penis. I took a moment to savor the feeling before easing myself out slightly, then back in as far as I could as she pressed back against me in encouragement. Over the next minute or so, I began making love to her, slowly at first, then more and more quickly – accompanied by her sounds of pleasure as I did. It didn't take me long to find a rhythm that was pleasing for me and more than satisfying for her – it took only a few minutes before I felt her hot sheath tighten around me as she cried out in pleasure as she orgasmed. I continued to thrust in and out of her, in time with the waves of pleasure I could feel coursing through her body. With each spasm of her vagina around me, I could feel some of her fluids being pushed out of her and saturating BOTH of our pubic areas and adding to the squishing noises as I continued pistoning in and out of her.
