where she'd started from. I slid my hands under her breasts, hefting them a bit, before pinching her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers; she moaned, and started sliding herself on me in a slow, regular motion. Enjoying the feelings she was generating, as well as the feel of her firm breasts in my hands, I continued to fondle and squeeze them; caressing them, and pinching and pulling on her nipples. Her eyes closed, and her face and shoulders darkened as she continued to slide herself along the length of me, from just under the glans and back, almost to my scrotum. As she moved, her ample lubrication was released, and spread, making her motion both smoother and easier. Before long, not only was the area where we were in contact wet, but my entire penis -and both of our pubic areas, as well.
Just when I thought she was going to climax again, she quickly slowed her movements, panting as she asked me'I'm ready, inside. What next?'.
'Raise yourself up, and move me so that I'm where you need me. After that, just let yourself sit down on it, as slowly as you need to.', I answered.
To my surprise, she got up – but just long enough to turn around, so that her back was to me, before kneeling down again. Reaching down in front of her, she grasped my penis, and levered it up, feeling it as the head brushed her labia. With a minor adjustment of her position, she leaned forward, putting her other hand on my leg to steady herself as she got my penis positioned to her satisfaction, and began lowering herself onto it.
To my surprise – and hers, I think – I easily slid into her for the first couple of inches. Despite how hot and tight she was, she was also incredibly wet inside – and that seemed to keep both of us lubricated enough to make the insertion easy for her. It was only when we came to the obstruction of her hymen that her movement stopped.
I think she must have felt a twinge of pain before she stopped, since I saw a brief grimace cross her face immediately before she stopped.
As she sat there, panting slightly, she let go of my penis, apparently realizing that it was well positioned, and not likely to escape her at that point.
I caressed her breasts for a few moments, then moved my hands down to her hips, holding her steady as I told her 'It's okay, Robyn. Take your time, and make it easy on yourself. There's no hurry, for either of us.
When you're ready, just go slow, and let it happen; if it starts to hurt or feel uncomfortable, stop, and give yourself some time to get used to it, okay?'
She nodded her agreement, and let herself stay there for a bit, before making a few small experimental downward pushes. She apparently decided that the obstruction wasn't going to give way easily, and stopped to collect herself for a while. To distract her from any discomfort, I moved my hands up again, so that I could softly stroke her breasts and belly. After perhaps a minute or two, she tried something else: making short bouncing motions on me, as though to wear her hymen out, much as repeated flexing of a coat hanger will cause it to fail. After a couple minutes of that, it became clear that her maidenhead was far more durable and resilient than she'd thought, and she again stopped to consider what to try next.
I started speaking to her again, offering words of support and advice, letting her know that there wasn't any rush.
Another couple of minutes went by, and she tried something else -holding herself steady, and simply trying to force herself past the blockage. I could see that it hurt her, and quickly told her to ease off, that she didn't have to hurt herself, we had plenty of time.
She responded by telling me 'Yeah, I know we do – but I want to DO this, dammit!' – and suddenly letting her full weight push her down onto me, tearing through, and past, her hymen as she gave a small cry of pain before she was settled in my lap, my hardness deep inside her.
Holding still otherwise, I quickly took her into my arms, pulling her back to rest against my chest as the tears ran down her face. My arms across her belly, I held her against me, softly kissing her shoulders, and murmuring words of consolation and understanding in her ear as she struggled to come to grips with the pain she'd experienced; and the sensation of having me inside her. I thought I could feel it as her warm blood escaped our juncture, slowly trickling across my scrotum and between my legs, and hers.
Gradually, her pain faded, and as it did, her tears dried, as well.
After several minutes she felt free to try and sit up – I could see a brief moment of discomfort on her face as she did, but once she was upright, it seemed to pass. I continued to hold her hips, though, not only to steady her, but to encourage her not to move too quickly – I knew she'd already suffered enough pain for one evening.
Eventually, though, she reached the point where she was willing to try moving again. As I felt her start to lift herself up, I pressed on her hips, to hold her down. Looking at me over her shoulder, she asked 'What? What is it?'
'I just want to tell you – again – to take it easy. I know it hurt you when you sat down on me, and I just don't want to see you in any more pain.'
'But you're forgetting one thing, Dan – the choice was MINE, just as it's my responsibility to deal with the consequences. Right?'
I muttered something about headstrong females, and she just grinned at me before starting to raise herself up again – slightly – before settling back down. A moment later, she did it again, a little farther.
A bit after that, again, and farther. Before long, she was able to raise herself nearly half my length – and giving me the chance to see ample evidence of the pain she must have felt: my penis was nearly covered in red; where I could see them, the insides of her thighs, and mine, were awash in crimson, as well.
But as she'd correctly pointed out – the choice had been hers; and she seemed to have recovered from it well enough, judging from the way she was moving over me.
As the next few minutes went by, range – and enthusiasm – of her efforts increased, until she was easily bouncing up and down the full length of my erection. And enjoying it, judging from the gasps and moans she made as she moved. Still, it didn't take long before her actions began to slow; clearly, she was getting tired – as much from the tension as her activity, I thought.
When she slowed down a bit more, I put my arms around her, and gently pulled her toward me; she came readily enough, panting slightly from her exertion and apparent arousal.
'I take it you're feeling better now?', I teased.
'You betcha. Feels good now!'
'Getting tired, though, aren't you?'
'Yeah, a little – but not enough to stop, if that's what you're after!'
'No, we don't have to stop. I was just going to say that I can take over the activities, if you want, is all.'
'What did you have in mind? I kinda like the way you feel in me like this.'
'We can stay like this; you just get on your hands and knees, and I'm on my knees behind you. Same places and positions, we just move ninety degrees forward, if you know what I mean.'
She thought a moment, and said 'Yeah, I like that idea. My legs are kinda tired.'
I easily explained what I wanted us to do, and with her help, we didn't have to part as we both moved forward into the 'doggy' position. Once we were situated, she quickly assured me she was comfortable and ready to resume: 'Let's GO, dammit!'
Holding her hips, I slowly withdrew from her, watching as her labia tried to hold onto me, until I was just barely inside her. I paused for a moment, and then pushed myself back in, seeing her vaginal lips disappear with my penis, as if to guide it back to where it had been.
The next couple of minutes were spent in getting us both into a nice, smooth rhythm – one that satisfied her without stimulating ME so much that I climaxed before I wanted. Indeed, it was slow and smooth enough that after a bit, I was able to lean over her, and reach down to cups her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight shift as they tried to wobble in time with my thrusting. Softly pinching and pulling on her nipples seemed to increase her arousal, making for a nice, easy climb toward our respective peaks.
When my back started to get tired from leaning over her, I released her breasts, and held her hips again as I increased the tempo of our lovemaking. After a few minutes, she started to speak to me again, gasping the words out between my thrusts.
'Th… th… there's… something… else… I… want to… try… if… if… it's okay… with… y… y… you.'
'What's that?'
'I… want… y… you… t… to… make… l… love… to… m… me… in… my… b… b… butt.'
'You sure about that? It might hurt.' – and even as I said it, I realized how ridiculous it was.
'More… th… than… when… I… s… sat… on… y… you?
