was on her side facing us. She just lay there, watching, as Sandra made up her mind.
Finally, Sandra looked at me again, and said 'I definitely want to do it, tonight. I know how nice you are, and you're honest and patient with me, and I don't know when I'll find someone like you again. What I want to do is have you be the one to take my virginity, whether I've got a cherry, or not.'
With that, she quickly moved on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands on the bed by my shoulders. Looking down at me, she said 'Your lips and tongue and fingers and hands have felt wonderful – but what I want now is the rest of you. I want THIS' – and moved forward slightly so that the outside of her vagina was pressing against the underside of my erection. I was still slightly slick with Robyn's saliva, and Sandra used it to begin sliding herself against me. Hunching forward slightly, she moved herself so that the bottom of her opening was resting just behind the crown of my penis; from there, she arched her back, so that the length of her slit moved toward my balls, until her clitoris was pressing against the base of my erection. She paused a moment, eyes closed, before hunching forward again – only this time, her labia parted slightly, allowing her ample lubrication to spread along my undersides. When she'd reached the end of my penis, she paused again, eyes closed, before arching backwards. After a couple more cycles of that, she leaned forward some more, letting her breasts dangle in my face; I gladly accepted the invitation to take first one, then the other, into my mouth to lick and suck on her nipples as she continued to slide herself back and forth on my now-glistening penis. As we continued teasing and stimulating each other, I could hear her breathing quicken, and paused for a moment to look at her – face flushed with arousal, her eyes hooded in lust, her areolas crinkled and nipples extended from my attentions, she was a most erotic sight.
Both of us had completely forgot Robyn's presence when Sandra finally raised herself up again to tell me 'I'm ready. I want you. Now.'
I nodded my acceptance, and she lay down on me before tugging on me to indicate that she wanted me to be on top of her. I rolled over, slowly and carefully, until we were finally situated: she on her back, legs spread and knees nearly touching her breasts as her hands rested on my upper arms; I was between her thighs, the bottom of my slickened erection pressing against the flower of her womanhood as I held myself on straightened arms above her.
I looked into her eyes for a few moments, until she nodded her readiness and acceptance, then eased myself back until the end of my penis slid down between her labia, wedged against her opening. I paused again, telling her 'We can still stop this, now. Say the word, and I back up more and it's over. What happens next is YOUR decision.
Make it for you – not for me, not for Robyn.'
Without hesitation, she looked into my eyes, and said 'Do it'.
Our eyes locked, I moved slightly to get a better angle, and began pressing myself forward to enter her. In return, she held herself steady, even trying to spread her legs more to give me more access.
Finally, I saw her eyes widen as the head of my penis finally popped through her entrance; I immediately stopped pushing, waiting for her to give me some sign of what she wanted me to do next – pull out, or continue. She had a slightly distracted look on her face, but no signs of pain that I could see. After a few moments, she focused on me again, and said 'I just had to get used to having something that big in there. You were right; it doesn't hurt, it was just a little uncomfortable there, for a second. It already feels better. Keep going.'
Reassured that she was okay, I pressed myself forward again, into her incredibly hot and tight opening, until perhaps another inch was inside her, before stopping when I saw her get distracted again. She recovered a little more quickly, and soon nodded for me to continue – and looked both surprised and disappointed when I eased back, withdrawing from her slightly. I told her 'This is just to make sure that your lubrication – the wetness inside you – gets moved around, so things stay slick. That makes it easier and better for both of us.' She smiled her understanding, and when I pressed into her again, got a pleased look on her face. I did it a couple more times, making sure her oils were well-distributed before trying to wedge even more of myself into her.
Again and again, I pressed myself into her, a fraction at a time, stopping whenever I saw the slightest trace of discomfort in her eyes. Finally, though, we found ourselves locked together, her pubic hair merged with mine, as I lay there buried deep inside her.
I waited there, patiently, so that she could adjust to this new intrusion – giving her plenty of time to not only stretch inside, but to get used to the feel of me in her, and let her get her mind around the idea that she was actually having sex for the first time.
After a minute or two, she got to the point where she was ready to do a little experimenting: first, she just wiggled around a little, seeing how it felt inside with me pressing against her in different ways. From there, she quickly moved on to moving her pelvis a little bit, sliding herself up and down on my erection, first in very small motions, then more and more. Finally satisfied that the hard part was over, she looked into my eyes again, and told me 'God! I never knew anything could feel this good! It's like all of sudden, I feel *complete*; like I've been missing something without knowing what it was, and now I do! I feel so*full* inside, but it doesn't hurt or anything – it just feels so damn
I smiled at her, and said 'I'm glad you like it – it feels pretty good to me, too!', causing her to smile in return.
Satisfied that she was finally comfortable, not only with having me inside her, but the situation itself, I started to make love to her.
Slowly at first, in small movements – withdrawing myself from her hot, tight insides perhaps a couple of inches, then pressing back in again. As it became easier, my strokes lengthened, then speeded up.
As my motions increased, so did hers – raising herself up to meet me as I pressed into her, and learning some vague control over her internal muscles, so that she was able to tighten herself around me when I was fully inside her. At one point, she even raised herself up a bit so she could watch as I slid in and out of her, seeming to delight in the way her labia extended when I withdrew, only to disappear again when I pressed back in, and the way I glistened with her feminine oils.
I found myself in a comfortable rhythm – one that felt wonderful, and let me stay hard, but without feeling that I was going to climax too fast. I was actually rather happy with it: I wanted it to go on for as long as possible, not only for her benefit, but because she felt so incredible where she was wrapped around me.
As the next several minutes went by, Sandra got more and more aroused, and closer and closer to an orgasm. Her breathing quickened, as did the frequency and duration of her moans. To tease her a little bit, I started changing the way I was making love to her – withdrawing almost completely (and getting a disappointed groan when I did) before making several short, rapid in-and-out motions with the head of my penis at the entrance to her vagina; sliding myself all the way inside her, then rocking forward several times so that my pubic bone bumped against her clitoris with each motion; moving in and out of her with a two-steps-forward-one-step-back action. The net effect was that it (slightly) slowed her progress toward her release, but it also did wonders to increase the pressure building behind it.
I enjoyed what I was doing to – and for – Sandra, but it was having the opposite effect on me. So, after a few minutes of it, I went back to simply making love to her. In short order, I was back into the rhythm that had worked for me so well before. Over the next several minutes, Sandra started moving toward orgasm, tossing her head back and forth, gasping, and groaning her pleasure until, finally, she'd had enough to trigger her release. As I felt the first wave of it hit her, I pressed myself into her as far as I could, savoring the way her internal muscles clamped down on me through her first couple of spasms. After that, I would withdraw, then press myself back into her, in time with the waves of her climax, clearly heightening her pleasure.
As she came down from her orgasm, Sandra looked at me with something akin to worship – and a few moments later, awe and disbelief when she realized that I was still hard, and still inside her. She gave me one of the most radiant smiles I'd ever seen, then hugged me fiercely.
When she released me, she lay back down and moved her pelvis around, almost savoring the feeling of my erection in her.
After a moment, she looked up at me and asked 'Um, remember when you told me about the different ways that we could make love?'
I nodded, and she went on 'Could we, uh, try a different one now? Or would that mess things up'?
I smiled at her, and answered 'Sure, we can try a different one – there's no reason you can't do as many of them as you want, as long as you and whoever you're with enjoy it, and as long as the lovemaking lasts. What did you have in mind'?
