want somebody 'like' you; I want it to BE you. Maybe it won't hurt; but if it does, than I know that if YOU did it, you'd make the pain as small as anyone could – and then you'd make me as happy, and satisfied, as anyone could, too.'
At the end of that, I could feel her hot tears as they rolled down my side. Talk about 'feeling like crap' – I did, and big time.
After a few moments, I was finally able to say 'Kelly, if you're *that* sure you want to do this, and if you're that sure that you want it to be now, and that sure you want it to be me, then I can't find it in myself to deny you and disappoint you. If you want me to be your first, then I'll do it – and do my best to make it a HAPPY memory.'
It took a bit for what I'd said to sink in, but when it did, she gasped, and raised herself up on her elbow, to look at me before asking 'You will?'
I sighed, and answered, 'Yes, since you're THAT sure you want me to. I can only hope that you don't regret it, after.'
She smiled at me, sniffled a little, and said, 'I really am that sure – not just that I want it to be you, and now, but that I'm not going to regret it, either.'
I smiled back, and reassured, she lay back next to me, giving me a hug every little bit.
A couple minutes went by, and she slid her hand down to start playing with my pubic hair, before asking, 'So, um, how do we start? Do you have a condom or anything that you need to put on or use or whatever?'
I answered by telling her 'We start pretty much the same was as we have before; we just don't let it stop where it has until now. As for not making you pregnant, that's something*I* don't have to worry about.'
Laughing at the expression on her face when she looked up at me, I continued 'Several years ago, I decided that I wanted a vasectomy, so that I wouldn't have any unwanted children. So, my tubes have been cut, and all I fire now are 'blanks', so to speak.'
She gave me a dirty look for jerking her chain, and asked 'What happens if you DO decide that you want children, then?'
'Then I go back to the doctor I visited, and the woman and I use one of the several samples I left before the operation. The doctor said I have real good little swimmers, and that he didn't think there would be any problems making a baby with any one of the samples I left.'
Satisfied with the answer, she gave me a wicked grin, and moved up to start kissing my chest, and even giving my nipples the occasional lick and suck as her playing with my pubic hair expanded to include my penis, too. Before long, I'd become semi-erect, and she apparently decided that more effective measures were called for – and slowly changed position so that her head was even with my penis, and her ass was pointed back at me. When she finally took me into her mouth, I reached out and placed my hand on her ass, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, and how it was both firm and soft at the same time. As she dealt with getting me hard again with her mouth, I took the chance to do a Braille examination of her ass and thighs – caressing and squeezing her cheeks, gently rubbing her hips, and softly stroking her thighs from just above the knee to just below the juncture of her thighs. After a couple minutes of this, her backside was wriggling slightly. Since she'd gotten me fully erect, I applied gentle pressure to the inside of her knee, so that she would know to raise it. When she did, I guided it over me, to my other side, so that she was now straddling my chest. She understood what I wanted, and willingly scooted back a bit, to allow me easier access to her now-damp cleft.
Tilting my head forward, I was able to easily run my tongue through her slit, drawing up the slightly oily nectar she'd produced. Reaching up, I pulled her ass cheeks apart, so that I would have better access to all of her, and began the pleasant task of using my mouth and tongue and fingers to arouse her as much as I possibly could – which turned out to be a lot. Between her excitement at doing what she was to me – sucking on me, licking me, kissing and nibbling at my testicles, and all manner of things in between – and what I was doing to her – nibbling at her labia with my lips, flickering across her clitoris with my tongue, rubbing her anus with my finger, and seeing how much of my tongue I could get into her vagina in different shapes – she was soon as open as I'd seen any woman before being entered, and fairly dripping with her essences.
When she felt my testicles draw up next to my body, she increased her efforts, and in short order, had me hosing down the back of her throat with my semen, which she greedily swallowed – even gulping more of me into her mouth so as to not lose any of it. I was initially surprised by her actions, but then realized that SHE understood that I would last longer on the second go-around, and so was taking steps to make sure that I lasted as long as possible when we got to the 'good part'. Once satisfied that she'd properly drained me, she raised her head, and then her body. Sitting up, she quickly turned herself around, so that she was kneeling over my face, with her front toward my head. I quickly resumed my oral ministrations, and reached up to start caressing and squeezing her breasts. From the way she responded, I knew that she liked the simultaneous sensations – and increased my efforts.
It didn't take long before I had a slow, steady stream of her juices slowly trickling into my mouth, and she was slowly hunching her pelvis as I licked and sucked and nibbled everything I could get my mouth on, and caressed and softly pinched and squeezed as much of her body as I could lay hands on. To my surprise, it didn't take long before her arousal started to have its impact on me, as well – I could feel my penis starting to lengthen, and swell slightly. Sensing the change in me, she looked over her shoulder, and saw that I was starting to recover. With a delighted look on her face, she pulled away from me, turned around again, and began licking at me, and taking me into her mouth while applying soft, rhythmic suction. Happily, she also stayed close enough to my head that I was able to resume my efforts, as well, helping my arousal progress.
As much as I enjoyed what I was doing, it was her efforts that finally got me hard; once satisfied that I was going to stay that way, Kelly released me from her mouth, and carefully swung herself around to my side. With a distinct lust in her eyes – and the slightest trace of nervousness – she asked me 'I'm ready. God, am I ready! What do I do now?'
It took me a moment before I was able to say, 'The easiest thing would be if YOU were the one controlling the, uh, action. So that if it started to hurt or feel uncomfortable, you could stop it when you wanted, for as long as you needed. The best way for that to happen is if I'm on the bottom, and you're over me, so you can lower yourself onto me, using your weight to help me enter.'
She nodded her understanding, and leaned over to give my erection one final suck, leaving a sheen of her saliva as added lubrication in anticipation of what she was going to do.
Standing up, she unhesitatingly moved over me, so that she was facing me, and her feet were on each side of me, by my hips. She squatted down, until she was just a few inches above me, and took my erect – and saliva-slick – penis in her hand. Raising it, she slowly ran the head of it between her labia, spreading her vaginal secretions on it, as well, getting it thoroughly wet with them. After only a few seconds of that, she was ready to continue, and positioning herself, placed me at the entrance to her cavern. Hunching herself down, she tried to force me inside her, but she was still nervous enough that my erection first bent, then slid away from her, brushing her clitoris as it moved. She gasped from the sensation, and quickly recaptured me, getting me relocated between her labia.
Putting my hands on her knees, I told her 'Kelly, there's no hurry.
You're in control, here. Relax, and take your time. Because this is your first time, you might have to hold me in position for a little bit, until I'm inside you a little ways – but again, there's no hurry. Go as slow as you want, or need to; I'll be right here, ready whenever you are.'
That last part made her laugh a bit, and she visibly relaxed, though I could still see wanton desire in her eyes.
Holding me with one hand, this time, she put the other on my chest to keep herself steady, and slowly lowered herself a bit, until I started pressing against the mouth of her vagina. Seeming to realize that patience and care were to her advantage, I could feel her relaxing the muscles at her entrance, and after raising herself a bit and lowering herself a little farther, I could feel the head of my penis finally push through, until just the head of my erection was inside her – and causing her to emit a surprised moan. God, she was hot inside, and – of course – tight. The last time I'd had this feeling, I'd been too young and stupid to fully appreciate it's delights. Marginally smarter this time, I treasured the sensation, savoring every moment and bit of it.
Because of her position, I had a clear view of our junction, and the way her breasts heaved as she gasped for breath. I could see the way her labia clasped my penis, and a trace of the fluids from her vagina trickling down toward my pubic hair. Looking up, I could also see the fine sheen of sweat on her body, and the way her breasts and nipples had erected to delightful pointed, curved cones.
