will be that much easier for you, whenever you're ready.'
'I told you – I am ready. God, I'm so ready!', she exclaimed.
She scooted back a bit to give me some room, and I slid myself down, so that I was resting more on my tailbone, but with my shoulders still resting against the headboard. She put her hands on my chest, and worked her way backward, watching her progress, until she figured she was in the right spot.
'Uh, do you want me to hold it, or do you?', I asked.
She smiled at me, and said 'I do – I think I'd have a better feel for how it would go into me, that way.'
'That's fine – whatever you need or want, that's how it will happen.
Just take your time, and don't do anything to hurt yourself. I'll be right here' – she snorted – 'and I'm not going to do anything to you, other than what you tell me to, okay?'
She nodded, then reached down between us to take hold of my erection, and lift it up. Lowering herself until she could feel it against her, she made a couple of small adjustments in her position. Sliding the head between her labia, she coated it with her secretions, making sure that it was well-lubricated. Then, looking me squarely in the eye, started to lower herself onto it.
She had hold of me near the base, and as she pressed herself down, I couldn't help but grimace slightly as I started to bend. She saw it, and raised herself before moving her grip up to hold me more in the middle.
Lowering herself for another try, the added support to my penis kept me steady enough that she was able to wiggle the glans against her opening.
She would press down a bit, then pause, press again, then pause again, until the head of my erection suddenly popped through her entrance. She immediately stopped, letting go of my erection, and looked at me in mild amazement before getting a slightly distracted look on her face.
I simply lay there, my hands on her thighs, and watched her as she adjusted to the new situation.
After a few seconds, she looked at me again, and I asked her 'Are you okay? You're not hurt or anything?'
She smiled slightly, and answered 'No, not hurt exactly – I mean, I was*really* surprised when it just popped in like that; it felt so big. I guess it's stretching me or something, because I'm starting to get used to it; it feels better when I can, you know, relax myself there.'
'Well, take it easy. Take as much time as you want to get used to it. We have as much time as you want, okay?'
'Yeah, I will – but it is feeling better the longer it's in me.'
'That's good – but still no reason to hurry things. Just do what you're comfortable with.'
She nodded, and got a slightly faraway look in her eyes as she concentrated on what she was doing, and the sensations she was experiencing.
After a bit, she looked at me again, and asked 'Okay, I'm pretty comfortable with it. Uh, is there anything to make the rest any easier, or go any faster?'
'Raising and then lowering yourself a bit, when you're comfortable, would help make sure your, uh, lubrication gets onto all of me, and make things a little easier for you. Other than that, the only thing I can tell you is relax, and take it easy.'
She nodded her understanding, and with both hands on my chest again, raised then lowered herself slowly a couple of times, clearly trying to get her juices better distributed. It seemed to work, because after pausing a few moments, she pressed herself down again, taking perhaps another quarter inch of me inside.
With no apparent discomfort now, she paused a moment, then slid herself up and down for a short distance a couple of times before pausing and then pressing down, and gaining a little more than the previous effort.
She looked up to smile at me in triumph, then focused on her own actions again.
Over the next couple of minutes, the cycle repeated itself several times – after each gain, she'd pause a moment to get used to the feeling of having me inside her, then raise and lower herself; with more and more of me inside her, she was apparently more willing to increase the distance she moved to spread her secretions around. And with us better lubricated, each time she pressed herself onto me, she would gain slightly more progress, until her last thrust took the last inch of my erection, leaving her sitting on my lap, my hardness fully enveloped by her womanhood.
With that much accomplished, she was content to sit there for a bit, letting her internal muscles stretch the last bit they needed before they could accept this intrusion.
As she rested, I put my hands on her hips, and spoke quietly to her to help her relax and adjust.
After a minute or so, I felt it as she slowly moved her hips under my hands, easing them first one direction, then another, as she experimented with the sensations she could create with me inside her.
Once satisfied with the answers, she raised herself up, perhaps half my length, before letting herself slide down again – and slide she did, with her ample lubrication coating the length of me.
Again seated on me, she looked down at me with a smile of triumph – and pleasure.
A few moments went by, and I could feel her start to move over me slightly as she began experimenting with trying to control her internal muscles: raising and lowering herself slightly as she moved her hips back and forth, changing the angle that I entered her; rotating herself around my erection, to see how the change in my position felt; moving her hips in small circles to experience how the pressure of my penis changed inside her.
After a bit, she lifted herself up again, until only my glans was inside her; looking between us, I could see that there wasn't a trace of blood to be found – only the glistening of her secretions on my penis and her vaginal lips, giving proof of her arousal and readiness. She sat down again, incredibly slowly, as though savoring the feel of my hardness filling her again, millimeter by millimeter, until our pubic hair merged yet again. A pause, and back up she went, the tightness of our union drawing her labia out, only to disappear when she lowered herself with only a momentary delay.
Over the next couple of minutes, her actions increased, both in speed and enthusiasm; she was moving over me almost constantly, and setting herself on me firmly and easily. I watched her face as she progressed, and saw her eyes close in pleasure, and watched her face and neck and shoulders flush as her arousal and desire overtook her.
After a couple of minutes, she stopped using her legs to move herself; instead, she leaned forward a bit and started hunching herself down onto me with her legs and torso held steady. The change in entry seemed to make her even more excited; I could feel the difference in pressure as she moved, and could see that she was getting more pressure against her clitoral area at the start of each downward thrust. It also seemed to stretch her opening a trifle, too – it went from being almost painfully tight around my erection to 'merely' tight enough to force the skin of my erection to stretch away from the head as I entered her, creating a pressure along my length that felt wonderful.
As she settled into a slow, steady motion, I had the ability and desire to focus on how she felt around me – tight, of course, at her opening; but also incredibly snug and slippery all along her insides, as well.
She was very warm and wet around me; the overall sensation was that of having my erection buried in a very warm, very oily, slightly-too-small spandex glove.
Several minutes went by before I could feel her starting to get tired again; I took her into my arms, and told her 'Let me do that for a while.'. She nodded her agreement – she was panting too much from effort and arousal to say much – and slowed and reduced her movements as I took over. With her holding steady over me, I started pistoning up into her, at much the same speed and force as she'd been using, continuing the rhythm and pattern she'd started.
She gradually lowered herself, so that she was resting on her elbows and knees, her breasts pressing against my chest; my arms wrapped around her, I was able to make love to thrust into her easily.
We continued like that for perhaps five minutes or so, before I started to feel the effort of it; she must have understood, because she managed to tell me, between gasps, 'Let's move, and find something that doesn't wear us both out!'. I voiced my agreement; she raised her body off mine – both of us covered in a fine sheen of perspiration – and reluctantly raised herself enough to let me slide free of her intimate grasp.
Looking at me questioningly, I guided her to lay on her back; she readily spread her legs for me, and I moved between them as she watched my glistening penis sway in front of me. Settling on my butt, my legs bent to the sides, I was very nearly at the same level as her opening; I pushed my penis down slightly, so that the head was between her labia, and pressing against her opening. She edged herself toward me, getting me wedged into position; from there, it was easy enough for me to slide nearly half my length back into her, eliciting a moan from
