She paused a bit, to get used to the sensation, and to allow her insides to stretch to fit this new invader. Several moments went by before she felt comfortable again, and raised herself up ever so slightly – and allowing a small wave of her lubrication to leak down my erection – before lowering herself again, and getting perhaps another inch of me inside before she paused again. With more of me in here, the adjustment period was longer this time; but again, she became used to it, and raised herself up in preparation for the next stage. There was a repeat of her fluids escaping, and this time, as she lowered herself, we hit the barrier of her hymen – that ultimate symbol of her womanhood.
Content with her progress, she released my penis, and careful not to lose what she'd gained, moved her legs so that she was on her knees, and leaning forward slightly, her hands now both on my chest. As she caught her breath, and relaxed to the sensation of having me almost halfway into her, I put my hands on her hips, and started speaking to her, softly and slowly, to try and help her adjust.
'That's it, Kelly. Take it slow, and easy. You're in control, and you can go as slow as you want, and stop whenever you want, and take as long as you want. I can feel your hymen, and I'm most definitely not going to do anything to hurt you. You can rest like this for however long it takes you to get used to having me inside you like this. I know that it's a lot different from when I had my finger in you, and there's no hurry to any of this – just do what feels comfortable for you, and everything will be fine. You're in charge, and I'm not going to do a thing to hurry you, or push you, or any of that. I want what you want, and if there's anything you want, then all you have to do is tell me, and I'll be happy to follow your wishes. Both of us are here to make you happy, and we are both going to do what we need to, to make this as easy and painless for you as WE can. If you want my help in any way, then you've got that help – that quickly and that easily. You're the boss, and I'm here to do what you say.'
At the end of that, she nodded her head, and said 'You're fine; it's*me* that I'm worried about.'
'That's exactly who we're both worried about, Kelly. And that's why I'm not pushing you to go faster or slower or anything else. Even if you wanted to quit, right now, I could accept that, with no problem.' Okay, so a not-so- little lie. But the reason for the lie was the important part.
'Like hell I'm gonna quit now, Dan! I'm getting used to it, but I'm still worried about how to, uh, get past this point.'
'That's easy, Kelly; I'm surprised that you haven't realized that you've already got the answer.'
'What's that?'
'Just do whatever you're comfortable with.'
With that reassurance, she gained the confidence she needed, and started moving again. Eyes closed, she raised herself so that I withdrew from her until just the head of me was inside her, paused a moment, and lowered herself until I came up against the barrier of her hymen again.
She repeated that action several times, spreading her lubrication enough that that last couple of times, I slid in easily. Having apparently reached some goal she'd set for herself, she paused a bit, then began gently pressing herself back against me in short, soft motions, so that my erect penis repeatedly made bumping contact with her maidenhead, thus creating a soft battering ram to break down her barrier. Her plan seemed to be working: after a couple of minutes, I thought that I could feel myself entering her marginally further. A couple minutes after that, I was sure: rather than breaking or tearing her membrane, she was 'teasing' it out of the way, until, finally, she bounced back one time, only to have me slide into her perhaps half an inch – past her now-disintegrated hymen. When that happened, she gave a small squeak, and I saw an ever-so-brief wince flash across her face before she stopped moving.
Opening her eyes, she saw the hurt and concern on my face. She smiled at me, saying 'It's okay, Dan, really. It only hurt a little bit, and just for a moment. Kind of like getting a shot at the doctors office, only inside.'
Thus comforted, I couldn't help but observe, 'Yeah, I suppose that you could call it an injection, of sorts.'
It took her a moment to get the joke, but when she did, she started laughing – and to our mutual surprise (and pleasure), she slid a little farther down onto me, perhaps another half inch, or so, in the process.
Having felt no pain from the addition, her eyes got a little larger at the sensation of having almost exactly half of me held tightly in her sheath. Taking advantage of the situation, she raised her self a bit – showing only a mild discomfort as I passed over the area where her hymen had been – and quickly settled herself down again, getting another inch of me inside. She paused a few moments to adapt to the sensation, and repeated it, this time only gaining an additional half-inch or so because of the position of her legs. Realizing the problem, she raised herself again, careful not to let me escape her internal clutches, and got her feet under her with her hands on her knees, so that she was against squatting over me. With the added leverage and clearance, it took her only a couple more tries before she'd managed to get her butt firmly planted on my thighs, my stiff member completely inside her. Thus situated, she leaned forward to put her hands on my chest again, merging our pubic hair – and bringing herself close enough to me that I could again stroke her breasts and sides, and softly pinch her nipples, and caress her hips. We stayed like that for a couple minutes, as she gradually relaxed around me, and allowing the last fraction of an inch of my hardness to slip the rest of the way inside her. Once comfortable with having me completely inside her, she began making small, experimental movements: sliding her hips this way and that, rocking them, and even clenching her internal muscles, experimenting with the sensations she could create by doing so. She didn't hurry with any of this, and that was a Good Thing – had she gone much faster, it would have been enough to push me over the edge into a climax. As it was, though, the time it took was enough to allow me to get better control of myself, while the sensations were enough to keep me fully erect.
After several minutes of experimentation, she was finally ready to move on to the main event – and raised herself until the head of my penis was only barely inside her, and then lowering herself to take it all in, in one smooth motion; moaning as she did so. With her again squatting over me, I had a clear view as she did this, and could plainly see her vaginal lips as they clasped at me, pulling away from her as she raised herself, and then disappearing as I entered her through the tight ring of her entrance. When she'd reached bottom, I looked down to see that her clitoris was fully erect, and appeared to be being tickled by my pubic hair. She repeated her actions quite often during the next few minutes, each time a little faster and a little more smoothly than the time before, until she was finally bouncing herself up and down on my slick, erect penis with surprising frequency. Toward the end, though, she was starting to tire, and finally raised herself up enough to let me pop free from her hot, tight confines. I could see the fronts of her thighs trembling, and after a moment, she kneeled down again, pausing long enough to lift me up enough to let her cavern swallow me up again.
She leaned forward, and lay on my chest to rest – and I was happy to have her there, nipples pressing against me as her internal muscles randomly clenched around me. I held her there for a while, before starting to caress her again – softly rubbing her back, caressing her sides and hips, firmly massaging her thighs where I could reach them, and cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks. After only a couple of minutes, she was fairly purring into my chest, and shortly after that, had regained the strength to start kissing my chest and neck as I attended to her. A few minutes later, she'd recovered enough that she was slowly hunching herself against me, moving only and inch or so of my penis at a time, but also rubbing her clitoris against my pubic bone, cushioned by my hair.
The sensation was just fine with me, and I was content (!!) to let her do as she wished while continuing my touches.
The stimulation she was getting from her actions seemed to be enough for her, too – it didn't take long before her movements were faster, and more insistent, until, finally, I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on me as her orgasm hit.
With her first spasm, she lifted her body, making her breasts available to me. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly latched onto an areola and nipple, sucking them into my mouth while my hand grasped the other breast and began rubbing my thumb over it's end, stimulating her even more. At that point, she arched herself against me, trying to get as much of my erection inside her as she possibly could while she moaned and gasped at the sensations. It must have worked, because I could feel the entrance of her opening at the very base of my penis, and the fluttering of her labia on the flesh around it. The sensation of her hot, wet cavern milking at me was nearly enough to push me over the edge, as well – but through sheer force of will, I managed to stave it off; probably the hardest thing I've done in my life. I knew that she would want more, and knew as well that I wouldn't be able to give it to her if I released that soon. Still, it was a very, very close call before her spasms tapered off, and the sensations on my member quieted.
When enough of her orgasm had passed, she took a deep, ragged breath, and nearly fell onto my chest, my erection still firmly planted inside her. Her sweat-slick body felt great on me as she gradually caught her breath over the next few minutes, occasionally releasing a small moan of satisfaction and pleasure. Though the milking
