Dorsai - Jan

As she rested, I put my hands on her hips, and spoke quietly to her to help her relax and adjust.

After a minute or so, I felt it as she slowly moved her hips under my hands, easing them first one direction, then another, as she experimented with the sensations she could create with me inside her.

Once satisfied with the answers, she raised herself up, perhaps half my length, before letting herself slide down again – and slide she did, with her ample lubrication coating the length of me.

Again seated on me, she looked down at me with a smile of triumph – and pleasure.

A few moments went by, and I could feel her start to move over me slightly as she began experimenting with trying to control her internal muscles: raising and lowering herself slightly as she moved her hips back and forth, changing the angle that I entered her; rotating herself around my erection, to see how the change in my position felt; moving her hips in small circles to experience how the pressure of my penis changed inside her.

After a bit, she lifted herself up again, until only my glans was inside her; looking between us, I could see that there wasn't a trace of blood to be found – only the glistening of her secretions on my penis and her vaginal lips, giving proof of her arousal and readiness. She sat down again, incredibly slowly, as though savoring the feel of my hardness filling her again, millimeter by millimeter, until our pubic hair merged yet again. A pause, and back up she went, the tightness of our union drawing her labia out, only to disappear when she lowered herself with only a momentary delay.

Over the next couple of minutes, her actions increased, both in speed and enthusiasm; she was moving over me almost constantly, and setting herself on me firmly and easily. I watched her face as she progressed, and saw her eyes close in pleasure, and watched her face and neck and shoulders flush as her arousal and desire overtook her.

After a couple of minutes, she stopped using her legs to move herself; instead, she leaned forward a bit and started hunching herself down onto me with her legs and torso held steady. The change in entry seemed to make her even more excited; I could feel the difference in pressure as she moved, and could see that she was getting more pressure against her clitoral area at the start of each downward thrust. It also seemed to stretch her opening a trifle, too – it went from being almost painfully tight around my erection to 'merely' tight enough to force the skin of my erection to stretch away from the head as I entered her, creating a pressure along my length that felt wonderful.

As she settled into a slow, steady motion, I had the ability and desire to focus on how she felt around me – tight, of course, at her opening; but also incredibly snug and slippery all along her insides, as well.

She was very warm and wet around me; the overall sensation was that of having my erection buried in a very warm, very oily, slightly-too-small spandex glove.

Several minutes went by before I could feel her starting to get tired again; I took her into my arms, and told her "Let me do that for a while.". She nodded her agreement – she was panting too much from effort and arousal to say much – and slowed and reduced her movements as I took over. With her holding steady over me, I started pistoning up into her, at much the same speed and force as she'd been using, continuing the rhythm and pattern she'd started.

She gradually lowered herself, so that she was resting on her elbows and knees, her breasts pressing against my chest; my arms wrapped around her, I was able to make love to thrust into her easily.

We continued like that for perhaps five minutes or so, before I started to feel the effort of it; she must have understood, because she managed to tell me, between gasps, "Let's move, and find something that doesn't wear us both out!". I voiced my agreement; she raised her body off mine – both of us covered in a fine sheen of perspiration – and reluctantly raised herself enough to let me slide free of her intimate grasp.

Looking at me questioningly, I guided her to lay on her back; she readily spread her legs for me, and I moved between them as she watched my glistening penis sway in front of me. Settling on my butt, my legs bent to the sides, I was very nearly at the same level as her opening; I pushed my penis down slightly, so that the head was between her labia, and pressing against her opening. She edged herself toward me, getting me wedged into position; from there, it was easy enough for me to slide nearly half my length back into her, eliciting a moan from her as I did.

I guided her legs over mine, so that her feet rested on my legs – that put us into a position where I could begin a rocking motion that moved me in and out of her with minimal effort, and plenty of pleasure – for both of us, judging from the small sounds she made as I moved in her.

In a fairly short time, I had a nice rhythm going – fast enough to please her, but not so fast that I was at any risk of climaxing sooner than I wanted. I wanted to make this experience as enjoyable for her as I could, while pleasing myself for as long as possible. As I rocked in and out of her, I could see a slight swaying in her breasts – firm as they were, they had barely changed shape when she laid down; standing proudly, her erect nipples waved in the air slightly in time with my motions in her.

At first, she was content to simply hold my legs where they extended under her, but after a little time, she moved her hands up to begin playing with her breasts – squeezing them, pinching and teasing the nipples, and caressing them. Looking down, I saw that her labia were fully extended and spread wide, moving only a little from side to side as my erection slid past them. As widely as she'd spread her legs, it was easy to see her clitoris, too, where it had come out from under it's hooded shelter. Glistening slightly, it appeared to nod it's head in time with my actions; collecting some of her juices on my thumb, I used them to lubricate her as I softly caressed and pressed her clitoris as I continued to rock back and forth, sliding nearly the entire length of my woman-wet sword in her sheath.

I was careful to keep my attentions to her clitoris slow and gentle – using them to add an extra little bit of pleasure and stimulation to the arousal she was feeling from my movements in her; the goal was to bring her, slowly and gently, to an orgasm that she would remember for the rest of her life, as the first she ever experienced from actually making love with a man.

As the time of our joining increased, so did her excitement. She gasped and panted, not from effort, but from arousal; more and more noises of pleasure escaped her throat; the blush on her face and neck and shoulders darkened, and expanded to cover her chest and the upper slopes of her breasts; from passively accepting my penetrations, she progressed to welcoming them, then encouraging them by lifting her hips slightly as I entered her; her head tossed from side to side; and her eyes opened only slightly, hooded in her desire and lust.

As the seconds turned to minutes, I could also feel Candice's advancing arousal: from faint flutterings of her vagina, then tightening around my penis, her vaginal muscles increased to actually clasping at it; her secretions increased, and were pushed out by my penetrations of her, first wetting, then soaking, both of our pubic areas.

After perhaps ten minutes, I could watch as she got closer and closer to her orgasm – her gasps and moans increased not only in frequency, but volume; and I could see that her attentions to her breasts were getting not only faster, but harder, as well. Knowing that she was anxious for release, I slightly increased the pressure and speed of my thumb as I caressed and rubbed her clitoris; in only a couple more minutes, I was watching when her eyes suddenly flew open and she stared at a point about a thousand miles over my shoulder, and she let out a long, loud moan as the first of several spasms hit her. I felt her tighten down on me for several long seconds as I continued to move in her with the same steady motions and pace. When she loosened around me, I could feel the fluttering of her internal muscles as they tried to relax from the intensity of their clenching. She started to draw a ragged breath, but it was cut off as another wave of her release washed over her, freezing her in place. It seemed to last as long as the first, and as it passed, she managed to release a shuddering moan before sucking in a gasping breath – barely ahead of yet another powerful spasm that took her over completely.