I ran my thumbs over her nipples one more time before putting my hands on her hips and telling her 'Marlyn, I would be happy to make love with you. But I want to remind you that you can still tell me to stop, at any time, and I will.'
She blinked at that, and after a moment said 'Yes, I think you would.
But you won't have to. Now I know what it is that I have been waiting for: you. I want to do this now, even more than before – because I know that you will be patient and gentle with me. I could feel you inside me, and I think maybe it will still hurt – but only a little bit; and I know that you will show me pleasure when the pain is gone.'
With that, she leaned forward to hug me, and I hugged her in return.
When it was over, she leaned back again, and asked 'What do we do now?'
'We make love, if you want.'
'I want!' she declared.
I smiled at her enthusiasm, and explained what I wanted to do. She nodded happily, and moved off my lap to position herself on her hands and knees, looking back at me. I couldn't help but pause a few seconds to admire this new view of her, before getting to my knees and moving behind her.
Holding my erect, and still slick, penis in my hand, I moved forward to position it at her entrance before sliding the head between her labia to wet it some more with her hot oils. When I was sure that I was wet enough with her juices, I rested the head between her vaginal lips, pressing slightly against the entrance to her vagina. I put one hand on her hip, giving it a caress, before I started pressing my hips forward.
I could feel it as she consciously tried to relax her opening.
Millimeter by millimeter, I could see as the glans of my erection disappeared between her labia. After a few seconds, I suddenly felt myself pop through, and immediately stopped – before Marlyn even had time to gasp her surprise at my invasion.
Even with the effort I'd put into stretching and loosening her before, she was still tight – not just where the ring of her entrance muscles were clamped down behind my glans, but inside, as well. She was so tight around me, it was almost painful – so I was more than happy to give her as much time as she wanted to get used to my presence, and to stretch around me.
I could hear her panting as she tried to get used to having even that much of me inside her. It was easily a couple of minutes before I heard her breathing slow and felt her loosen around me ever so slightly.
Another couple of minutes, and I could feel that she had stretched enough to make further action possible – but I continued to wait for her to let me know that SHE was ready.
A little longer, and I finally heard her say 'Okay. I am ready.'
One hand still on her hip, I used the other to keep myself 'on track' as I pushed myself into her a little more – perhaps an inch, before I thought I should stop again. Again, I could hear her panting as she let herself get used to my additional presence. This time, the recovery didn't take as long, and she simply told me 'Okay.'
I eased myself out of her until only the head of my erection was inside her. I paused a few seconds, and then pressed myself back into her, slowly, for about half of the previous gain. I stopped, and backed out again; I was not only making sure I stayed well-lubricated with her wetness, but making sure that she was completely used to having me in her as far as I was before I tried to go any deeper in her.
A couple of cycles of that, and I pushed myself into her a little farther – only to run into the obstruction of her hymen. Of course, I immediately stopped, waiting to see if I'd caused her any pain or discomfort. When she didn't say anything, I repeated the previous cycle: backing out of her until only my glans was inside her, then pushing in to gently bump her hymen.
After perhaps a dozen such strokes, I pressed in again and bumped against her maidenhead – and then on past it for perhaps half an inch.
When it happened, Marlyn gave out a small squeak, but didn't try to move away from me. I held myself still inside her, and leaned over her to ask 'Marlyn, are you okay? Does it hurt, or do you want me to stop?'
She drew in a ragged breath, and answered 'Yes, I'm okay. It hurt a little bit, but just for a second. It's okay now, really.'
'Do you want me to stop?'
Her vehement reply was 'No!', and then a bit softer, 'No, you don't have to stop. Just hold still for a little bit.'
I did as she told me – except that I reached forward to put my hands on her shoulders and give them a brief massage to help relax her. When I felt the tension leave her muscles, I started caressing her – back, sides, hips, the outsides of her thighs, anyplace I could reach.
Perhaps a minute later, I felt her press herself back against me – in apparent invitation to continue. I eased myself out of her – I saw the traces of blood on my penis – and slid myself into her again. Over the next couple of minutes, I repeated the pattern, and each time I entered her, it was a little deeper, and a little more easily. Sooner than I'd have expected, I felt myself 'bottom out' in her – the head of my erection was pressing against the deepest part of her vagina, filling her completely. There was still a little bit of me that wasn't inside her; but I knew that when she'd stretched a little more, I would have my entire length in her; her woman's sheath would completely cover my male sword.
A couple more slow, gentle strokes, and it happened: the last of my manhood disappeared inside her, even though I could still feel the deepest part of her touching the end of my erection.
When that happened, she raised her head and turned it to look at me with a smile of absolute radiance. It took her a couple of tries, but she was finally able to speak, telling me 'It… it feels so good ! I feel so full – like there was something missing from me, and now I have it!'
With that kind of reaction from her, there wasn't anything else for me to do – but to empty, then fill, her again. As I did, I could see on her face how much pleasure I was bringing her with that one, simple act. I was so inspired by what I saw that I did it again. And again. And again.
It didn't take long before I was pistoning in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm that was clearly bringing her more pleasure than she'd ever experienced before. She quickly developed an aroused blush that started in her face, but soon spread to include her shoulders, and from where I could see them, the tops of her breasts as well. As her arousal grew, so did her passion and pleasure. In only a few minutes, she was moaning her pleasure between gasps for breath. After a bit, I leaned forward to cup her breasts in my hands, feeling their weight shift in response to my thrusts – her nipples would drag across my palms, making them harder and harder as the sensation increased her excitement. When my back started to tire, I released them to straighten up again; when I did, I heard her disappointed groan before she used one hand to replace one of mine on her breast.
Looking down between us, I could still see traces of blood from the loss of her virginity – but I could also see ample liquid evidence of her arousal and excitement: she was wet enough that not only was I thoroughly coated, but the excess had gone on to coat her labia before our contact spread them even further to saturate my pubic hair and give her entire crotch and pelvis a glaze. I watched as her vaginal lips alternately stretched and disappeared in response to my movements in and out of her – they would clasp at me as I withdrew, only to be tucked back in with each inward movement of my penis.
In the rare, brief silences between her impassioned cries, I could hear the liquid sounds of our union – with my added presence in her, she'd gotten even wetter inside, and I could hear the squishing noises as I moved in and out of her. She was still incredibly hot inside, but had stretched enough that she took my presence readily – from being nearly painfully tight at first, she was now 'only' amazingly, wonderfully tight around me. If anything, she felt so good around me that she was bringing me far more pleasure than I'd expected – I didn't want this to end too quickly, and knew that if I didn't do something, it would.
I leaned forward slightly, and reached around her to where we were joined. There, I quickly and easily found her erect and slippery clitoris, and began to softly rub it in time with my thrusts in her.
That brought about the anticipated reaction: in only a couple of minutes, her cries and breathing had escalated dramatically; from the way her vagina was clasping at me, I knew that her orgasm wasn't far off. A minute or so later, her vagina suddenly clamped down on me as she released what could only be described as a scream when her climax hit. I could feel how she tightened down on me all along my length in a single action; a few seconds passed, and she just as suddenly released me – only to repeat the cycle (minus the scream, thankfully) a second later.
A few seconds, and she relaxed again, a brief pause, then another wave of it would overwhelm her. Several
