Dorsai - Jan

She countered by pressing her chest into mine as she – Hello! – stuck her tongue in my ear; and felt my involuntary response under her.

I responded by tracing the curves of her ear with my tongue, then breathing into it – and feeling her shiver in my arms as her nipples hardened into my chest.

Still in the neighborhood, she nibbled my ear for a few moments, then my neck, as she began a slow rocking motion on my lap, making slight contact with my slowly erecting penis.

Moving my hands from her ass cheeks, I began to slowly caress her, from her knees to her hips, up her sides then around to her back. Down her back and across her firm, smooth ass, and back along the bottoms of her thighs to her knees – then starting the circuit all over again as I softly covered her shoulder in kisses.

Knowing that she was having the desired effect, she pulled herself away from me a bit, and lowered her head to begin applying wet, softly sucking kisses to my chest and shoulders.

The change in her position caused me to re-route my hands, so that rather than tracing a line down her back, I was detouring to her front caressing and squeezing her breasts and nipples before curving down to her butt, and allowing my fingertips to brush across her rectum, making her shudder slightly when I did.

The rocking of her hips was serving both to caress my penis, and spread her rapidly developing lubrication on it – even as she raised up and moved against me again to kiss me, I could feel her wet labia and hot entrance beginning to reach the head of my penis as it made firm contact with her mons.

As we kissed, she could feel the increasing pressure of my penis against her opening, and after a bit, raised herself up, so that my erection was free to swing up; when she felt that it was clear, she lowered herself again. Having never broken our kiss, she arched her back so that she could continue rubbing herself against my penis – only this time, along the bottom surface of it.

She knew that I was fully erect; when she was satisfied that I was well-lubricated with her oils, she pulled away from me again, panting, and asked "Okay, now what? I know you're ready, and I sure as hell am!"

I was panting a little myself, and told her "Let me slide down a little bit, so you have a little more room. Then when you're ready" – "I am, dammit!" – "You raise yourself up so that I'm in the right position to go in. Then you just kind of sit down on it; as slow as you need to or want to, so things don't happen to fast for you. When we get to your maidenhead, you take it as fast or slow as you want, and do whatever you want, until we can get past it without hurting you."

"I, uh, don't think that's going to be a problem. When I was little, before I even had my first period, I was out in the yard trying to do some of the gymnastics I saw them doing on TV during the Olympics. I felt this tearing inside, and when I looked, I saw that I was bleeding a little. Scared the hell out of me, and I ran in to tell my mom. It embarrassed the hell out of her when she took me to the emergency room, and they told her that all I'd done was tear my hymen, that it wasn't a big deal and that I'd be okay."

"Uh, sorry to hear that it happened that way, but it's good, I suppose, that it DID happen – it just means that it will be that much easier for you, whenever you're ready."

"I told you – I am ready. God, I'm so ready!", she exclaimed.

She scooted back a bit to give me some room, and I slid myself down, so that I was resting more on my tailbone, but with my shoulders still resting against the headboard. She put her hands on my chest, and worked her way backward, watching her progress, until she figured she was in the right spot.

"Uh, do you want me to hold it, or do you?", I asked.

She smiled at me, and said "I do – I think I'd have a better feel for how it would go into me, that way."

"That's fine – whatever you need or want, that's how it will happen.

Just take your time, and don't do anything to hurt yourself. I'll be right here" – she snorted – "and I'm not going to do anything to you, other than what you tell me to, okay?"

She nodded, then reached down between us to take hold of my erection, and lift it up. Lowering herself until she could feel it against her, she made a couple of small adjustments in her position. Sliding the head between her labia, she coated it with her secretions, making sure that it was well-lubricated. Then, looking me squarely in the eye, started to lower herself onto it.

She had hold of me near the base, and as she pressed herself down, I couldn't help but grimace slightly as I started to bend. She saw it, and raised herself before moving her grip up to hold me more in the middle.

Lowering herself for another try, the added support to my penis kept me steady enough that she was able to wiggle the glans against her opening.

She would press down a bit, then pause, press again, then pause again, until the head of my erection suddenly popped through her entrance. She immediately stopped, letting go of my erection, and looked at me in mild amazement before getting a slightly distracted look on her face.

I simply lay there, my hands on her thighs, and watched her as she adjusted to the new situation.

After a few seconds, she looked at me again, and I asked her "Are you okay? You're not hurt or anything?"

She smiled slightly, and answered "No, not hurt exactly – I mean, I was*really* surprised when it just popped in like that; it felt so big. I guess it's stretching me or something, because I'm starting to get used to it; it feels better when I can, you know, relax myself there."

"Well, take it easy. Take as much time as you want to get used to it. We have as much time as you want, okay?"

"Yeah, I will – but it is feeling better the longer it's in me."

"That's good – but still no reason to hurry things. Just do what you're comfortable with."

She nodded, and got a slightly faraway look in her eyes as she concentrated on what she was doing, and the sensations she was experiencing.

After a bit, she looked at me again, and asked "Okay, I'm pretty comfortable with it. Uh, is there anything to make the rest any easier, or go any faster?"

"Raising and then lowering yourself a bit, when you're comfortable, would help make sure your, uh, lubrication gets onto all of me, and make things a little easier for you. Other than that, the only thing I can tell you is relax, and take it easy."

She nodded her understanding, and with both hands on my chest again, raised then lowered herself slowly a couple of times, clearly trying to get her juices better distributed. It seemed to work, because after pausing a few moments, she pressed herself down again, taking perhaps another quarter inch of me inside.

With no apparent discomfort now, she paused a moment, then slid herself up and down for a short distance a couple of times before pausing and then pressing down, and gaining a little more than the previous effort.

She looked up to smile at me in triumph, then focused on her own actions again.

Over the next couple of minutes, the cycle repeated itself several times – after each gain, she'd pause a moment to get used to the feeling of having me inside her, then raise and lower herself; with more and more of me inside her, she was apparently more willing to increase the distance she moved to spread her secretions around. And with us better lubricated, each time she pressed herself onto me, she would gain slightly more progress, until her last thrust took the last inch of my erection, leaving her sitting on my lap, my hardness fully enveloped by her womanhood.

With that much accomplished, she was content to sit there for a bit, letting her internal muscles stretch the last bit they needed before they could accept this intrusion.