Dorsai - Full Circle

Satisfied that I hadn't hurt her or anything, I did as she asked. Pressing myself forward again, I got perhaps an inch inside her before I felt myself reaching her hymen. Keeping my promise to myself, I stopped again, then carefully eased myself back and forth a few times to make sure I stayed lubricated. While I was doing that, Sheri began softly moaning, in apparent pleasure at having even that much of me moving inside her.

Easing myself into her, I again came up against the obstruction of her maidenhead; when she felt me pressing against it, she opened her eyes again and looked up at me to ask "That's my cherry you're hitting, isn't it?"

I agreed that's what it was, and she said "Good. When you get past that, I know you'll make me feel even better than you are now." Her confidence in me was flattering – and bloody intimidating, too. She might not have been worried about how I was to get past that little obstacle, but I sure was.

Deciding to test it a little to see if I could get an idea of how hard it would be to get past, I backed out of her a little, then pushed back in, thinking to bump against her hymen and learn how tough or resilient it was. When I got to it, I felt a slight pressure, then nothing – I was inside her another full inch before I fully realized what had happened. I stopped and looked down at her to see how she was doing.

Her eyes on mine, Sheri said "We're past it, aren't we? I'm not a virgin any more, right?"

Great. Once it was over, it was "we" again. Still, it was over with. Looking into her eyes, I answered "No, you're not a virgin any more. Are you okay?"

She just gave me a Mona Lisa smile and said "I'm fine. It didn't hurt or anything, and all I felt was a little tug, kind of, inside. Well, that and you, of course!"

She obviously wasn't in any pain – far from it, I suspected – so I withdrew a little bit and slid back into her, letting myself go a little farther. I paused for a moment, then did it again – that time, I saw a little trace of blood on my erection, but didn't let it bother me since she wasn't having any problems. A few more times of that, and I felt myself filling her completely – the head of my manhood pressing firmly against the deepest part of her, my pelvis firmly pressed against hers. When she felt that, her smile got even wider before she told me "You feel SO good inside me like that! It's like there was a part of me that was missing, and now I have it, and it just feels so right!"

Lowering myself to rest on my elbows, I kissed her – and the way she returned it was more than sufficient to let me know that she was ready for me to continue.

As we continued to kiss, I moved my hips back, sliding my erect penis from where it was buried in her. She was as tight inside as a virgin would be – but she was also very wet; the lubrication that had escaped her when she climaxed was but a small fraction of what she'd produced. When I felt the tight ring of her opening just behind the head of my penis, I reversed direction, filling her again with my manhood – accompanied by a look of sheer delight on her face as she moaned her pleasure. After I was fully in her again, I paused a few moments, and then repeated my actions, moving a trifle faster. Then again, faster still. Finally, after just a couple of minutes, I was steadily pistoning in and out of her tight, wet womanhood – accompanied by a continuous series of pleased moans from her.

With each thrust into her, I could feel her nipples rubbing against my chest as they swayed in rhythm with my actions. Raising up a little, and contorting myself a bit, I managed to capture one of them between my lips and promptly began sucking on it. When I did, she started tossing her head back and forth as my actions ratcheted her arousal even higher. The problem was that it wasn't a position I could stay in for very long; I eventually had to release my liplock on her nipple and support myself on my elbows again. I could hear her disappointed groan when I did, but tried to make up for the loss by lowering my head and softly biting her shoulder and nibbling on her earlobe. From the sounds she made, I had to figure those were acceptable alternatives.

It wasn't long before I could feel her vagina start to periodically tighten around me as I continued to move in and out of her; I knew that she was getting close to climaxing again. I moved to support myself with my arms so that I could begin thrusting into her a little faster and harder; she responded by getting louder in her exclamations of pleasure and locking her ankles behind me – opening herself to me as much as possible. Looking down to where we were joined, I could see that both of our pubic areas were well-soaked with the overflow of her oils. I watched, too, as her labia stretched with each withdrawal of my penis, only to disappear again on the inward stroke. The scent of her was thick in the air; my ears were filled with the liquid sound of our joining. As the clenchings of her hot sheath became more and more frequent, I continued cycling myself in and out of her – each inward push bringing our pelvises together with a soft bump, something that elicited a sharp gasp from her each time it happened.

Finally, it happened for her. With a loud cry, she lifted her hips up off the bed, trying to draw me as deep inside as she could with her legs. I felt and watched a series of powerful spasms take over her body as her incredibly wet and tight vagina began clenching around my penis as she held me still, deep inside her. If I hadn't had time to recuperate from what she'd with her mouth earlier, the sensations she was creating around me surely would have had me flooding her insides with my cum. Even so, it was close – she just felt that damn good.

When I felt her orgasm begin to taper off and her ankles unlocked from behind me, I carefully lowered myself to my elbows again so that I would be closer to her as she recovered from what was obviously a powerful climax.

Gradually, her breathing slowed to something approximating normal, and she opened her eyes again. She seemed unsure of where she was for a moment before her eyes focused on me. I had time to see her face get positively radiant before she threw her arms around me and pulled me down to give me a fierce hug, and then start crying. When she released me again, I lifted my weight off of her and listened as she told me "Oh, Dan! That was the most incredible thing I've ever experienced! I didn't know that it could feel like that! It was so wonderful!" while her tears flowed freely.

I lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the end of her nose, followed by another to her lips before I answered "That's what making love is all about."

She gave a small hiccup – making her blush slightly – then asked "Making love?"

I smiled and asked "Do you think it would have felt so good, and meant as much as it does, if we'd done this before we talked the way we did?"

She considered that for a moment before smiling back and saying "No, I don't think it would, really."

She was starting to sniffle a little at that point, and gestured she wanted me to move so she could get up – but when I held still and she started to move on her own, she realized that I was still hard, and still deep inside her. The sense of wonder that came across her face was something to behold.

"Did… didn't you like making love with me? I know you're not hard after you squirt, and…" she slowly trailed off, with a sniffle.

I kissed her on the lips again, and said "I liked making love with you a lot, Sheri. That's why I didn't try to climax – so that we could make love some more."

It took her a second to realize that not only was I telling her that she hadn't done anything wrong, but that I was saying that we could keep making love, too. When she did, the wonder on her face was replaced with a look of mixed delight and lust.