A good neighbor

Before I could lift my head enough to get my tongue on her, she had started applying a gentle suction to my cock as she used her tongue to massage it. I could feel myself already starting to grow when I got my first taste of her. It took less time than usual for me to stimulate her into producing a nearly constant supply of her fresh female juices, and get her clit to shed its cloak. I was happily lapping at her opening when I realized that her enthusiasm for (and with!) my cock was something of a side-effect of her own increased arousal, and not an attempt to get me ready to enter her — something that I couldn't help wondering about, even while I was enjoying it.

Knowing that her excitement and desire were that strong, I knew that it wouldn't take long for me to bring her to an orgasm. I wanted to wait and try to enter her after she'd climaxed so that she would be as wet and relaxed inside as possible; I also hoped to be able to make the attempt while she was still mentally and emotionally 'relaxed', too, so that she wouldn't get any more tense or nervous than could be managed. Still, I wasn't willing to penetrate her without her conscious agreement and awareness of what was happening — which meant that I was trying to walk a very fine line within a fairly narrow window of opportunity. I didn't figure that I'd have much more than a minute, perhaps as much as two, to not only start getting my erection into her, but get through her hymen, while causing her a minimum of pain. It was having my mind occupied with such thoughts that did more to keep me from enjoying what she was doing with her lips and mouth and tongue than any restraint she might have been showing.

Emma was having a dandy time sucking and licking my erect penis, keeping me hard despite the way my mind was occupied; what was left over of my attention was being applied toward collecting her delicious nectar and moving her closer and closer toward the release that both of us wanted her to have.

I was industriously fluttering the tip of my tongue across her clitoris when I felt her begin to tense up over me. I lightened and slowed my actions, building the tension in her so that her orgasm would be that much stronger; when her young body found the release she was after, the sudden arching of her pelvis could well have broken my nose if I hadn't managed to pull my head back enough when it started. She lifted her head, allowing my erection to fall from between her lips so that she could release a deep groan of pleasure even as I was lifting my head again to collect the increased flow of her essence. In the process of drawing my tongue across her opening, I took the opportunity to press the end of my tongue against it; I doubt that I penetrated her in the slightest, but the noise she made in response let me know that the attempts succeeded in intensifying her pleasure.

When the tensing of her body had faded, I could tell that she was left feeling a bit weak. Still, she was able to provide the energy needed to lift her body off of mine while I guided her to lay next to me — though 'aimed' the opposite direction I was. After grabbing a pillow, I got myself turned around and stretched out next to her; lifting her head, I tucked the pillow underneath it so that she'd be comfortable before I took her into my arms. As I held her, I paid careful attention to how alert she was, as well as her physical state.

Much to my relief and pleasure, her alertness returned more quickly than her energy levels.

When the time seemed right, I moved myself over her, getting myself positioned between her parted thighs while holding myself over her on my knees and elbows. When I saw her eyes focus on me, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before asking 'Is it okay if I try to make love to you now?'

I immediately got her full attention, of course, and she looked into my eyes as she told me 'Yes, Gary. I want you inside me.'

When she felt me reach between us and take my erect cock between my fingers, she opened her legs even farther and raised her knees, tilting her pelvis up a little bit. I could feel that I still had a coating of her saliva on the end of my erect cock, so I angled it down and positioned it against the warm, wet ring of her opening. Pressing against her only enough to keep myself in position, I told her 'The more you can relax yourself and let me in, the easier this will be for both of us, Em.'

She nodded her head, I could feel her trying to relax herself where the head of my cock was pressed against her. I'd promised that I would go slow, and I did — increasing the pressure I applied against the entrance to her womanhood gradually, and in proportion to her efforts to relax. She did much better than I could have hoped for, and I could feel myself slipping through her tight ring; it couldn't have taken even a minute before the head of my erection was all the way inside her. I rocked my manhood back and forth a few times to make sure it was covered with her oils before beginning to carefully press myself even farther into her. Almost immediately, I reached the blockade of her maidenhead. When I didn't see any reaction from her to that initial contact, I pressed a little harder, then a little more — and suddenly felt myself push through it, accompanied by a small squeak from Emma. I stopped almost immediately, and when I looked down at Em, the expression on her face confirmed that she'd felt something; I wasn't quite sure what it had been because I didn't see any tears forming in her eyes, and she really didn't look like she was experiencing any pain.

I knew she could hear the concern in my voice, and see it on my face, when I asked 'Are you okay, sweetheart? What do you want me to do?'

'I'll be okay in a second, Gary. When you went in like that all of a sudden, I felt something kind of… snap, like, inside me. It didn't hurt, exactly, but it was still pretty uncomfortable. The feeling is starting to go away, now, so if you'll just hold still like that, I'll be okay pretty quick, I think.'

I held myself as steady as possible while lowering my head to give her another kiss. She kissed me back, and when I lifted my head again, it was easy to see that that small, simple gesture had pleased her tremendously. That was all the reason I needed to do it again, then again — each additional kiss lasting a little longer than the one before. When the third kiss ended, Emma told me 'I think it'll be okay if you want to keep going, now.'

'Okay', I told her, 'but you let me know if it isn't!'

She smiled and nodded, and we looked into each others eyes as I backed out of her little bit to make sure I stayed lubricated, then gently began pressing myself into her again.

When I saw her looking even the slightest bit uncomfortable, I stopped, and waited for her to let me know it was okay to continue. We went through a few cycles of that before I felt the end of my manhood touch the deepest part of her while the heat of her reached the base. I knew I'd slip into her a little farther once we got going, so I was content to stop there while she got used to having my mans cock in her mid-teen sheath.

As I held myself still in (and over) her, Emma looked up at me in pleased wonder. Nearly a minute went by before she told me 'It feels so good… like all of sudden I found something I didn't even know was missing. You feel HUGE in me, but so right, too. I thought it would feel good… but not like this!', awed.

I lowered my head to give her a tender kiss on the forehead, followed by another to her soft lips, before proceeding to intermittently give her brief, soft kisses at various places — a shoulder, her throat, an earlobe, a cheek, or anyplace else I could get my lips in contact with. Between kisses, I watched her carefully to make sure that she was okay, and that I wasn't hurting her. It didn't take long for me to realize that she really was as fine with having me inside her as she'd said; but it wasn't until she tentatively arched her pelvis up that I was willing to start moving in her.

I started with small, slow movements so that she would be able to let me know if she got uncomfortable; as my movements in and out of her vagina got longer and faster, her increasingly faster breathing and more and more frequent noises of pleasure told me that I needn't have worried.

She was as tight as was to be expected — and warmer and wetter inside than I'd thought she'd be.

I was steadily pistoning in and out of her in long, steady strokes that let me enjoy the sensation of being in her without over-stimulating myself. After only a few minutes of that, I realized that although I wasn't doing much to please myself, the movement of my erection in her vagina was doing wonders for her when she had a small orgasm. It wasn't anything even close to what I would have considered 'normal' for her — but that it was an orgasm was indisputable; the rhythmic tightening of her vagina around my cock was certainly evidence enough for me.

As I continued to plunge in and out of Emma, she quickly returned to gasping and moaning her pleasure as she arched her hips up in welcome to my thrusts. When she raised her legs so that she could lock her ankles behind my back, the change in the angle that I was penetrating her was enough to cause our union to begin making a softly liquid sound in time with my thrusts.

I was starting to feel the effects of having her tight and wet vagina to bury myself in when she opened her eyes and lifted her head to look down between us. The way her pelvis was tilted up left her with a clear view of where we were joined; I looked, too, and watched as her labia would clasp at me when I slid my glistening cock out of her, only to disappear when I reversed direction. I could also see that each inward thrust caused a slight pull that