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her as I did.

I guided her legs over mine, so that her feet rested on my legs – that put us into a position where I could begin a rocking motion that moved me in and out of her with minimal effort, and plenty of pleasure – for both of us, judging from the small sounds she made as I moved in her.

In a fairly short time, I had a nice rhythm going – fast enough to please her, but not so fast that I was at any risk of climaxing sooner than I wanted. I wanted to make this experience as enjoyable for her as I could, while pleasing myself for as long as possible. As I rocked in and out of her, I could see a slight swaying in her breasts – firm as they were, they had barely changed shape when she laid down; standing proudly, her erect nipples waved in the air slightly in time with my motions in her.

At first, she was content to simply hold my legs where they extended under her, but after a little time, she moved her hands up to begin playing with her breasts – squeezing them, pinching and teasing the nipples, and caressing them. Looking down, I saw that her labia were fully extended and spread wide, moving only a little from side to side as my erection slid past them. As widely as she'd spread her legs, it was easy to see her clitoris, too, where it had come out from under it's hooded shelter. Glistening slightly, it appeared to nod it's head in time with my actions; collecting some of her juices on my thumb, I used them to lubricate her as I softly caressed and pressed her clitoris as I continued to rock back and forth, sliding nearly the entire length of my woman-wet sword in her sheath.

I was careful to keep my attentions to her clitoris slow and gentle – using them to add an extra little bit of pleasure and stimulation to the arousal she was feeling from my movements in her; the goal was to bring her, slowly and gently, to an orgasm that she would remember for the rest of her life, as the first she ever experienced from actually making love with a man.

As the time of our joining increased, so did her excitement. She gasped and panted, not from effort, but from arousal; more and more noises of pleasure escaped her throat; the blush on her face and neck and shoulders darkened, and expanded to cover her chest and the upper slopes of her breasts; from passively accepting my penetrations, she progressed to welcoming them, then encouraging them by lifting her hips slightly as I entered her; her head tossed from side to side; and her eyes opened only slightly, hooded in her desire and lust.

As the seconds turned to minutes, I could also feel Candice's advancing arousal: from faint flutterings of her vagina, then tightening around my penis, her vaginal muscles increased to actually clasping at it; her secretions increased, and were pushed out by my penetrations of her, first wetting, then soaking, both of our pubic areas.

After perhaps ten minutes, I could watch as she got closer and closer to her orgasm – her gasps and moans increased not only in frequency, but volume; and I could see that her attentions to her breasts were getting not only faster, but harder, as well. Knowing that she was anxious for release, I slightly increased the pressure and speed of my thumb as I caressed and rubbed her clitoris; in only a couple more minutes, I was watching when her eyes suddenly flew open and she stared at a point about a thousand miles over my shoulder, and she let out a long, loud moan as the first of several spasms hit her. I felt her tighten down on me for several long seconds as I continued to move in her with the same steady motions and pace. When she loosened around me, I could feel the fluttering of her internal muscles as they tried to relax from the intensity of their clenching. She started to draw a ragged breath, but it was cut off as another wave of her release washed over her, freezing her in place. It seemed to last as long as the first, and as it passed, she managed to release a shuddering moan before sucking in a gasping breath – barely ahead of yet another powerful spasm that took her over completely.

With the end of the third cycle in her orgasm, she was able to pant a couple times and draw another breath before a fourth, slightly less powerful, clenching took her – but through it, she was able to release a low groaning sound of pleasure and release. The fifth and sixth spasms were each less than the one before; as she felt each move over her, she voiced her pleasure in a low moan.

Throughout all this, her vagina continued to tighten around me with each phase of her release, waves of muscle moving along my penis as they peaked, then fluttering sensations as they passed.

As her orgasm ended, I could see that she was in no danger of passing out or losing consciousness; but neither was she going to be in full control of herself, either. So I gradually slowed my pistoning, until I finally stopped with myself embedded in her; and leaned forward until I could rest on my elbows, so that I was covering her body with mine without putting too much of my weight on her. I put my arms along her sides, and my hands on her shoulders, and softly kissed her face and neck and shoulders as she fought to get her breath back, and control of her senses. A number of small shudders passed through her, but they quickly tapered off as she recovered from her experience. Her movements, as she got her breathing under control and regained her senses, produced a variety of involuntary tightenings and sensations where she was thoroughly wrapped around me – it was stimulating and pleasant enough that I didn't have any difficulty staying hard inside her without making any additional movement.

Finally, I felt her stirring slightly under me, and raised up enough to be able to see her face. Her eyes fluttered slightly, and I could see the effort as she tried to focus them on me. When she did manage it, I slowly raised myself even farther, so that I was resting on my outstretched arms, my hands on the bed next to her shoulders.

Perhaps ten seconds went by with her just looking at me, before she tried to speak – and all that came out was a soft croaking noise.

'Would you like something to drink?', I asked.

Her eyes told me 'yes', and I put my weight on one arm to free the other hand to get a soda off the nightstand. I set it nearby, and said 'You can't drink anything laying down like that. I'm going to pick you up a little bit so you can drink, okay?'

Again, she communicated her agreement with her eyes; I leaned down a bit and worked my hands and forearms under her shoulders. It took a bit of effort, but I managed to raise her up to near-sitting position without any sudden movements. Holding her steady with one arm, I reached out and pulled in the bottle of soda, and with one hand, managed to open it.

Bringing it up to her mouth, I tilted it when she opened her lips slightly. I carefully poured a little of it into her mouth, and watched as she let some of it soak into her tissues before swallowing. Her eyes told me she was ready for more, and I did it again, pouring a little more into her mouth, stopping when she indicated it was enough. After she swallowed it, she was able to croak out 'Thank you'. I smiled, and offered her another drink, which she accepted. With the additional recovery time, she was able to raise her hand to mine as continued to hold the bottle while she drank.

Quickly recovering her strength, she was able to take the bottle from me and hold it herself as she told me 'That was really something. *Really*

something.' in little more than a whisper before taking a drink by herself. She sat up a little more, and was able to put her arm around me a bit, even though I still had hold of her to help support her. In a close to normal voice, she asked 'Is it like that every time?'

'Damned if I know! I suppose that it could be, for you, if you wanted it to.'. I answered.

'Oh, dear God!' was all she could say before shifting her weight slightly – and feeling me move inside her when she did.

Her eyes got big, and she looked down to see that yes, what she'd felt was true: I was still hard, and we were still joined. Lifting her head again, she could only stare at me for several seconds before asking 'What are you? Superman? Didn't you like it, too?'

I smiled at the compliment, and told her 'Oh, I enjoyed it just fine, thank you very much. No, I'm not Superman; I've just got a little control over myself. What we were doing felt good for me, too – I wouldn't be hard if it didn't – but I was more interested in making it good for you than getting myself off.'

'Oh, it was good for me! Damn, it was good! The way you were sliding in and out of me, it felt like I was getting scratched for an itch I didn't know I had until then – it just felt so good, feeling you move in me like that. And the way you were touching me, just kept making it feel better and better, and getting me hotter and hotter, until finally, BLAM, it hit me! At first, I thought I was going to pass out or something 'cause I couldn't even breathe!'

'Yeah, I have to admit that it did look like you were enjoying It.', I teased.

She gave me a dirty look and said 'Enjoyed it, hell. It felt so good I thought I was dying, and on my way to heaven!'

'Well, I just wanted to try and make your first time like that something you would be happy to remember, is all.'

She gave me another dirty look, and said 'Oh, I'll remember it, all right. I wouldn't have forgotten it anyway,