The new girl

And maybe even back up a little bit? It doesn't feel good for me.'

Of course, I immediately quit what I was doing and let off until I was only wedged against her entrance again. A moment later, she told me 'That's better. You weren't actually hurting me or anything; it just didn't feel right — like something was wrong.'

'Wrong how?', I asked.

She looked thoughtful for a few moments, then told me 'Wrong like all of you was trying to get inside me at the same time.' She seemed to consider it for a couple of seconds, then added 'When you started pushing yourself into me, it felt like your penis was trying to push the part of ME where we were touching inside me, too.'

I immediately understood the problem (too much friction) and the solution (lubrication). How to implement the solution took only a fraction of a second more: reaching between us, I eased my hips back slightly and took hold of my erect penis — then carefully swirled it around Charlenes opening, getting the head well and truly lubricated with her oils before settling myself against her again.

Looking down at her, I told her 'I kinda forgot something: two things will slide against each other a lot better when they're lubricated. I think it'll be a lot easier for you, now.'

It took a second for Charlene to really understand what I told her; when she did, though, she surprised and delighted me by blushing faintly as she told me 'I, uh, wondered what you were doing just now…'

Grinning at her, I answered 'Well, that's what it's for, isn't it?'

Her blush got even darker as she answered 'Yeah, I guess it is.'

Managing to wipe (most of) the grin off my face, I asked 'Ready to try it again?'

Realizing that we were likely to make more progress, and without causing her any discomfort, Charlene readily answered 'You bet!'

Once again, I started trying to ease my erect penis into her — and immediately realized that the first problem we'd experienced had been solved: I could feel the difference her female oils made as I actually began to slip into her a lot more easily. From the look on her face, I could tell that the solution was working for Charlene, too. Even so, I was still careful to maintain a fairly steady pressure so that I entered her only as fast as Charlene was able to relax and accept me.

Progress was slow, and Charlene asked me to stop a couple of times so she could 'catch her breath'; but she never again had to ask me to back up. I'm not sure, of course, but I think that the times that we stopped, the little bit of wriggling around that we did made it possible for my manhood to be re- coated from her abundant supply of womanly lubrication.

Even with the necessity of stopping so that Charlene could relax and adjust to having my penis stretching the phenomenally tight ring of her opening, it didn't take but a few minutes before both of us felt it as the last bit of the head of my cock slipped into her. When it did, I immediately stopped and held still, knowing that the relative difference between her insides and my outside meant that she was going to need some time to get comfortable with my presence inside her. It was also at that point that I remembered that she didn't have a hymen, and silently thanked the Universe that we hadn't had that to deal with in addition to everything else. The feeling of having even just the head of my cock in her made me glad that I'd already experienced the pleasure of receiving oral sex; that made it a lot easier to keep control of myself and not just blow my load in her.

While I could tell that Charlene wasn't experiencing any discomfort, it was easy to see that she was still a way from actually being comfortable, too. To help distract her (and just because I wanted to), I lowered my head and began kissing her: first on the lips, then branching out to anyplace else that I could touch them to. It took a few seconds, but my efforts began to have the desired effect: Charlene kissing me back when my lips touched hers, or making small noises of pleasure when my lips found a different target. I'm pretty sure we were well past her being comfortable before she got me to stop kissing her long enough to tell me 'You can keep going now, if you want.'

I kissed her on the lips again before lifting my head so I could watch her as I began pressing myself into her again. To my relief (and our mutual pleasure), getting the rest of my erection into her proved to be a lot easier that the first part had been. Sure, we had to stop a few times so she could get used to my (relatively large) presence in her (relatively small) womanhood, but it still took only as long to get the rest of me buried in her as it had the first part.

When we felt my pelvis finally pressing against hers, we looked into each others eyes for several seconds before she told me 'God, you feel huge inside me — but it feels so good, too!'

I could only tell her ' I feel huge inside you, too — and it feels more than good.'

It felt like my entire cock was encased in one of those Chinese finger trap things; except that this particular trap was hot and wet and oh-so-tight. As wonderful as it felt to have my cock buried in her sheath, she was also almost painfully tight around me. Even though I wanted to begin moving my manhood in the incredibly wonderful environment she was providing, I knew that the right thing to do would be to remain still until she let me know SHE was ready, too. And I will always be proud of myself for doing just that: holding still in her while every fiber of my being was demanding that I just start fucking her.

As I held myself over Charlene, I could feel something brushing ever so lightly against my lower belly; when I looked down between us, I saw that her erect clitoral shaft was faintly touching me. The sight of it just then almost threw me… until I remembered that it was her clit, and that its erectness was a blatant sign of just how aroused she was. Being able to see so clearly that she was that aroused and ready changed my outlook dramatically: rather than putting me off, I actually found it stimulating. By lowering myself a little, I was able to increase the contact against Charlenes clitoris; from there, it was a simple matter to begin making a variety of small movements that I knew would add to the pleasure she felt.

Even that small effort on my part earned me a number of soft moans and other pleased noises before Charlene told me 'I… I think it would be okay if you wanted to, um, start moving, Billy. I'm feeling okay, now…'

After lowering my head and giving her a kiss, I slowly and carefully began to ease myself back out of her, so she'd have plenty of time and opportunity to let me know if she needed me to stop again.

Instead, her only response was to close her eyes as she lifted her hips slightly. My movement stopped when I again felt the ring of her opening tightly clenched just behind the head of my manhood. I paused for a moment, then started pressing myself back into her; she reacted by releasing a soft moan and softly saying 'Oh, god, that feels so good!' and reaching up to put her arms around me.

When our pelvises were touching again, she opened her eyes and looked up at me as she said 'Having you inside me, and feeling you moving — it feels even better than I dreamed it would. I really am okay now, so you don't have to go so slow or be so careful, okay?'

I didn't think that she was lying to me, or even exaggerating how she felt; rather, I was concerned that she might simply be feeling a bit more enthusiastic than she could actually handle: the slight touch of her shaft against my abdomen, and her incredible tightness, were all the reminder I needed that she was a hermaphrodite with a smaller-than-normal vagina. As much as I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't want her to think that I was babying her, either; I figured that the best thing I could do was to increase my efforts quickly enough to stave off any complaints while trusting her to let me know if I did need to slow down or stop.

And that's just what I did: each time I slid myself out and back into her, it was a little faster until I got into a rhythm that clearly pleased her as much as it did me while still being slow enough to let ME

enjoy my first sexual experience, too, without having to worry about cumming too soon. I knew I was getting it right when she brought her legs up so that she could wrap them around my waist.

As I continued to piston myself in and out of her, she gradually got comfortable enough with my presence in her to begin arching her hips up with each penetration. That accomplished a couple of things — first, it allowed me to slide into her enough that I could feel the end of my cock touching the deepest part of her despite the fact that I was about as close to average size as I could be. Second, lifting her hips the way she did caused the bottom of her clitoris to softly rub against my belly, greatly adding to the stimulation she was feeling. In turn, that only made her get even wetter and warmer inside, adding to my pleasure.

My previous experience with Charlene and Eva made it easier to keep some control over myself; that doesn't mean that it wasn't something of a struggle for me to not only keep from starting to fuck into her the way