slid into her. She continued this for the next several minutes, slowly, so that each time she lowered herself, she gained another fraction of an inch of my penis inside her. Finally, though, there came the point where she lowered herself enough that her cute, firm, tight fanny was securely planted in my lap, and the full length of my member was inside her hot, tight, wet tunnel of love.
At that point, I could see her visibly relax, and quit fondling her breasts to pull her against my chest, where I hugged her before softly kissing her face and neck and shoulders, before settling on her lips. We stayed like that, holding each other and softly kissing, for only a couple of minutes before she started moving her pelvis in small, experimental motions. First, she simply raised herself a bit – not enough that I actually slid out any, but more of a finding out how much she could move before I did start to slide. From there, she tried moving her pelvis in different directions – forward and backward, sideways, small circular movements, and so on. As she got used to having me completely inside her, her movements became more and more bold and extensive; and the more she moved, the better her slick secretions were distributed, making it even easier for her to experiment – and the more she enjoyed her self-induced sensations, judging from the gasping and moaning noises she was making. In only a few minutes, she had started to bounce up and down on my lap, allowing perhaps an inch or two of my stiffness to slide in and out of her opening; a few minutes later, and her bounces were higher, moving herself over nearly my entire length, and soaking our pubic hair with her delightful womanly oils. She was not gentle about impaling herself on me, either – each time she came down, it was firm enough for us to bump slightly, and slightly squeeze her clitoris between our pubic bones, arousing her even further.
Finally, though, her legs started to tire, and she slowed down. Taking her into my arms, I sat up, and then carefully moved us back down onto the floor, still connected. With her on her back, and me over her and between her legs. I rested on myself on my elbows, and began a slow, steady thrusting into her. So much has been said in trying to describe the sensation; yet no words will ever be sufficient to describe it.
Suffice it to say, it was all the glorious descriptions ever used, only more so. Hot, and tight, yet still slick enough to allow our lovemaking – that mutual friction that defies all description, but once experienced, is never forgotten and sought after from then on.
Changing my angle slightly, I was better able to stimulate her clitoris as my erect penis slid by it; before long, she was panting in my ear again, and raking her nails across my back as she hunched herself up onto me. After only a very few minutes, I could hear the change in her breathing, and feel the tightening of her vagina, as her climax approached, then hit her. When it did, her breathing stopped, and she lifter her hips clear off the floor as she impaled herself on me for the good ten or fifteen seconds that her first spasm lasted. With a gasp, she nearly fell back onto the floor, and I quickly pressed myself as far into her as I could, mashing her clitoris between us – and again, her breathing stopped as I felt her internal muscles clamp down on me, almost painfully, before they started a rhythmic milking of my buried member. Having already climaxed once, thanks to her oral administrations, I wasn't anywhere near my own release, and was able to fully enjoy the unique sensations her internal muscles generated as her orgasm progressed, until, finally and slowly, they passed, and she was again able to start breathing regularly – if panting. Opening her eyes, she looked up at me, and when she did, I began thrusting again – soon moving a bit faster this time, and with a bit more force when I re-entered her. When I did that, her eyes got big for a few moments, until the sensations started to take hold of her again, and she closed her eyes to focus on our joining, and the effects it was having on her.
Exercising a little control over her internal muscles, she started clasping at me. Since I had not let her fall far from her previous peak, it didn't take her to start moaning under me again, grunting slightly as I bumped our pelvises together, and gasping her arousal, repeating 'Oh!….Oh!….Oh!' over and over again. Pausing long enough to raise myself up on my hands and arms, I resumed my pistoning in her, and was able to look down between us, where I saw her thin vaginal lips – wet and glistening from her juices – clasping me as I moved; clutching at me on the out stroke, and disappearing, guiding me, when I thrust back into her.
It took only a couple more minutes before she was again spasming around me – but this time, I could feel the faint beginnings of my own climax, and didn't stop thrusting into her as her orgasm came (forgive the pun) and went. When this one passed, she didn't even open her eyes – she simply accepted that our time was not yet over, and gave herself to the continuing stimulation and sensations that I was providing. In only a couple of minutes, her moans were almost continuous, and she raised her legs enough to lock her ankles behind me, using her heels to try and press me even farther into her. With her pelvis tilted up toward me like that, I was able to penetrate her even farther; along with that penetration came a subtle change in the angle I was entering her, bringing a bit more stimulation to the head of my slick erection. In only a few minutes, I could feel the start of my own climax, and started thrusting into her harder and harder, almost mashing her clitoris between our pubic bones as I impacted her. Raising her hips again, she lifted herself completely off the floor as I almost pounded into her time after time, until, finally, I felt myself tightening up for that final release that all men seek. As I felt the first shot of my semen start it's journey, I pressed myself into her as far as I could; in return, she hunched herself up again, and started a small circular motion with her hips that stimulated me far more than I would have believed – I fully expected that initial blast of my seminal fluid to bounce off her tonsils, so strongly did it hit me. The second, and even third, didn't feel much less powerful, and they seemed to be enough to push her over the edge into her third orgasm of our lovemaking session: I felt her clamp down on me yet again, soon followed by a strange 'fluttering' sensation from inside her that served more to keep me from getting soft than to milk the rest of my fluids from my still-tingling erection.
Gasping for breath, I could feel my arms starting to quiver from holding our combined weight, and I carefully lowered us so that Jan was on the floor again, and I was holding my weight off her on my elbows and knees, my semi-hard penis still locked inside her vagina as it continued to softly clasp at me while her orgasm slowly faded. After we'd caught our breath, she opened her eyes again, and with tears in them, raised herself up to grasp me around the chest and hug me. I could feel her hot tears on my chest, and when she finally released me, looked at her in concern.
Smiling up at me, she said 'Thank you, Uncle Dan! The other orgasms I've had have been really wonderful, but nothing as nice as what we just had. You were kind, and gentle, and patient, and loving, and that means so much to me! You were my first lover, just like I wanted you to be, and you were everything I'd hoped, and made everything the way I'd wanted it to be! It didn't hurt; it felt wonderful, and I've got you to thank for that. You've made me a WOMAN, and I'm happier now that I've ever been before in my life. Thank you!'
And with that, she gave me another hug, this one not as long, but terminated with a series of small kisses to my chest and face.
When she'd finally settled back down, I lowered my head a bit, and gave her a small kiss on the tip of her nose, telling her 'Jan, that's what really matters to me: that it didn't hurt, and that it was a good experience for you.'
'Boy, was it! You really surprised me after my first orgasm, when you were still hard and inside me, and started making love to me again! And then when you didn't even stop or slow down when I had the second one, well, that was amazing!'
'Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I sure did!', I teased.
'I'll say. That last time, I was almost there when you stopped moving, and I thought I was going to miss out. But all of a sudden, I could feel myself getting hot and wet inside, and I realized that you were shooting, and that was enough to help me finish. Wow!'
By this time, my elbows were getting a little sore, so I wormed my hands under Jan, and holding her close, rolled over onto my back, so that she was laying completely on top of me, her legs outside of mine. As we got settled, the movement was enough that my softened penis popped free of her, releasing a small flood of our combined juices to saturate my pubic hair, and soak my testicles. Looking down at me, Jan could feel it happening, and – to my surprise – blushed slightly, and got a mildly embarrassed look on her face.
I couldn't help but laugh a bit at it, and she quickly realized that it had been a perfectly normal consequence of our lovemaking, before laying her head on my chest and almost purring in satisfaction.
After a few minutes, though, she lifted her head to look at me and say 'Uh, Uncle Dan? As nice as that was, and as happy as I am with you like this, I'm feeling kind of, um, 'icky', if you know what I mean. Would you be hurt if I wanted to get up and take a shower?'
'No, dear, I wouldn't be hurt. I don't care a lot for it, either, really. Not that I mind that it's you and me mixed up together, or anything like that; just that it's getting cold and sticky and that's kind of uncomfortable.'
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