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or doesn't happen between us. If you want to go back into the den right now and tell all of them that we made wild, passionate love, then I will not disagree with you or say anything against you – to anyone.'

I could see that she was nervous, but surprisingly, not afraid. When I finished talking to her, she simply said 'I know that, Dan. I know I can trust you, and I know that you're not going to hurt me, or rush me, or anything like that. THAT's why I know I want you to be my first – because it will be easier and nicer with you than anyone else I can think of.'

With that, she kissed me, softly, on the lips, before reaching down between us to take hold of my still-slick penis. When she realized that she wasn't quite in the right position, she scooted forward a bit, so that her knees were on each side of my hips, and lowered herself until my penis made it's first contact with her opening. She paused then, and looking into my eyes, began impaling herself on it, slowly. To our mutual surprise, it seemed to slide into her fairly easily. She did gasp slightly when the head finally popped past the opening, and stopped for a moment.

Still looking into her eyes, I said, 'That's it. Stop whenever you want, for whatever reasons you want. I'm here, and I'm not going anyplace.' -a small smile from her – 'We've got all the time you want. Take as much of it as you need. The ONLY important thing here is that you're comfortable, and you don't get hurt. If you have any trouble or discomfort getting me inside, then stop for a minute. It might help if you slid me out a little bit sometimes, so that your wetness spreads around a little better, and makes things slide a little easier. But most important is that you just do what feels comfortable, and only go as fast or slow as you're happy with.'

She nodded her understanding, and gave me another quick kiss on the lips, saying 'Thanks, Dan, I will.' Then she took my hands in hers, and put them on her hips, telling me 'Help hold me steady, okay?', before putting her hands on my shoulders.

When she felt that I was only putting enough pressure on her hips to let her know that I had hold of her, but not a bit more, she smiled at me for a moment before raising herself up slightly – apparently in an effort to let her lubrication get better distributed. Then she pressed herself down again, getting herself around perhaps another inch of me.

Again, she stopped, eyes closed, and panting slightly. I could feel that she was trying to relax around me, and didn't say or do anything to disturb her concentration. After a bit, I could feel it as she got a little better control of her internal muscles, Shortly after that, she raised herself up again, a little farther than she had the first time, and settled back down. It seemed to make her feel better, and she did it a couple more times, going a little farther, and settling down a little faster, each time.

I welcomed this pause – she was incredibly hot inside, and tight, and the fluttering and milking sensations as she learned to control her internal muscles was phenomenal. It was only by distracting myself from how she felt during those pauses that I was able to avoid climaxing too soon.

Finally, though, she was ready to continue – raising herself slightly, and then letting her weight force her farther down onto me – my hands still on her hips, guiding, but not forcing, her. This effort gained her perhaps another inch of me inside her; she seemed more comfortable with what she was feeling, too. The pause as she adjusted didn't take as long this time, and when she raised up to let me slide out of her a bit, she let nearly the entire gains she'd made escape, keeping only the head of my erection inside her before letting herself drop again. A brief pause, and up she went again – and this time, I could feel it as her feminine oils were spread around, She waited only a moment at the top, and impaled herself again, a bit faster. Another pause, and she slid herself up, and back down again, easily.

I was still looking into her face, where she had a look of both concentration and distraction – but not pain or discomfort.

A couple more time, she raised and lowered herself over me, each time a bit faster, and apparently, a bit more easily. Finally, looking me in the eyes again, she raised herself up, and with a single motion, lowered herself all the way, taking me inside completely. When she felt herself pressing against my lap, she immediately stopped, and held still for several moments. Worried, I asked her 'Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you want to stop, or get off me?'

It took her a couple moments, but she finally told me 'No, I'm fine -I'm not hurt or anything, and I definitely don't want to stop, or get off of you. God, this feels incredible! It's like there was an empty place in me that I didn't know about, and it's finally filled, and it feels so good! I just need a little bit to get used to it, is all. You're fine, there's nothing to worry about, okay?'

She saw how intently I was looking at her, and smiled in reassurance that she really was okay. I still didn't move, though, giving her all the time she needed or wanted as she again got a distracted look on her face.

As the seconds went by, it became obvious that she was adjusting to the new sensations and feelings she was having – the look on her face gradually faded, to be replaced by one of pleasure and arousal. I thought I felt a slight tickling on my balls, but didn't want to disturb her by trying to find out what it was – but when she sighed and raised herself over me again, I could see what it must have been: there were plainly traces of blood on my penis, and it had matted down my pubic hair a bit, as well. When she settled herself down again, she looked at me, and saw the concern and worry on my face.

Worried, she asked 'What? Am I doing something wrong? What is it?'

Without saying a word, I used one hand to reach between us, collecting a small sample of what concerned me. Bringing it up to where she could see the combination of her lubrication and blood from her lost hymen.

She looked at it in surprise for a few seconds before looking at me again, and telling me 'I didn't know. I mean, it never hurt or anything – not even a little. I felt a little tug, you know, inside, but it didn't actually*hurt*; it was just kind of uncomfortable for a moment, then it went away.'

She could hear the care in my voice as I asked her 'You're sure? You're really not hurt or sore?'

She smiled in reassurance, saying 'Really, I'm sure. It doesn't hurt -it feels wonderful. Am I acting like there's anything wrong? Hell, no!

You're a dear to be so worried about something that doesn't bother me at all, but it's nothing. I'm fine. See?'

And with that last, began bouncing herself – slowly – on my lap, Well, she was a woman now, and didn't' appear to be having any difficulty, so I let the matter drop – choosing instead to enjoy the sensations she was causing on my penis with her motions, and the movement of her breasts as they swayed slightly in time with her movements.

Finally satisfied that she was both comfortable and confident in what she was doing, I gradually let my hand slide from her hips and on up to her breasts – where I found her areolas puckered, and her nipples erect and firm. She gasped slightly as I tweaked them for a bit before sticking my tongue out to let first one nipple, then the other. flick across its tip as she moved up and down.

Over the next few minutes, she continued like that, sliding herself up and down the length of me, pausing every so often for us to share a kiss, or to allow me to lick and suckle at the ends of her breasts. But eventually, I could see that she was starting to get a little tired, Putting my arms around her, I gently tightened my embrace, encouraging her to slow down, and finally stop. When she did, I leaned her back – still buried in her – and holding her securely, until she was resting on her back on the bed. Only then did I release her, and move my legs so that I was resting between hers, and ready to make love to her.

She looked deeply into my eyes, and the expression she wore was of eager anticipation as I slowly withdrew from her, completely, until the end of my penis was barely touching the entrance to her. Just as slowly, I pressed back into her, enjoying both the sensation of her hot wetness surrounding me, and the look of pleasure on her face as I did. With our new position, I was able to enter her a bit further, which delighted her. When I was fully buried, pressed my hips forward a few times, causing my pubic bone to bump against her clitoris – exciting her even further.

Again, I pulled out and re-entered her, a trifle faster.

Then again, not pulling out as far before moving in again.

And again, slightly faster.

Over the next few minutes, I gradually sped up the speed that I pistoned in and out of her, until, finally, I was making love to her in steady strokes, each time bumping against her clitoris after I'd fully entered her.

As her arousal increased, so did the ease of making love to her: her legs spread farther and farther apart as she slowly raised her knees, giving me full, easy access to the core of her womanhood.

After a few more minutes, I could see that she had reached some kind of peak of arousal – and that it wasn't