I smiled and kissed her again before answering "Just be you. We can just get each other ready like we usually do — except that you don't make me climax. I'll still help YOU have one so that it's as easy for you as it can be, and then we'll see if we can get me inside you."
She nodded her understanding, and I added "Honey, I'll go as slow and take as much time as I have to, so it's as easy for you as we can make it."
Smiling, she looked up at me in total confidence as she told me "I know you will, Gary."
I smiled back, then lowered my head to give her a soft kiss on the lips; her returning kiss was just as soft, but more inviting. I responded by making the next touch of my lips to hers a bit more firm as I put my hand on her waist. Our kiss lasted longer, and grew more impassioned; when I felt her move slightly, I knew that she wanted my hand on her breasts. Our lips parted, and our tongues came out to get reacquainted even as I was cupping her warm mammary in my hand.
I have to admit that I was more than a little surprised at how quickly and easily her passion and desire increased; it wasn't but a few minutes before she was panting heavily enough that kissing her was nigh impossible — something that I didn't particularly mind, since it gave me the opportunity to move my head down so that I could begin an oral assault on her bust while my hand shifted to her thighs… and the area between them. It was short work to get her areolas puckered, and her nipples erect. I continued to nurse at her breasts while using the tips of my fingers to softly caress the insides of her thighs and the soft flesh of her mound. I'd managed to draw the pad of my finger across the damp entrance to her vagina a few times when she told me
"I want to use my mouth on you!"
I withdrew my hand from between her legs, and raised my head from her bust; it took only a moment for her to sit up and face me. I lay down, and barely had time to turn my head her direction before it was necessary to guide her leg as she moved it to the other side of my head.
After only a little fine-tuning of her position, Emma leaned forward and took my penis in her hand. Lifting it up, she took virtually all of it into her mouth — her lips were clenched around the base of it, and I could feel the breath from her nostrils tickling my balls.
Turning my attention to the view of herself she was presenting me, I saw that her clitoris was almost completely erect; her labia were already beginning to darken, and the area between them was starting to shine from her oils.
Before I could lift my head enough to get my tongue on her, she had started applying a gentle suction to my cock as she used her tongue to massage it. I could feel myself already starting to grow when I got my first taste of her. It took less time than usual for me to stimulate her into producing a nearly constant supply of her fresh female juices, and get her clit to shed its cloak. I was happily lapping at her opening when I realized that her enthusiasm for (and with!) my cock was something of a side-effect of her own increased arousal, and not an attempt to get me ready to enter her — something that I couldn't help wondering about, even while I was enjoying it.
Knowing that her excitement and desire were that strong, I knew that it wouldn't take long for me to bring her to an orgasm. I wanted to wait and try to enter her after she'd climaxed so that she would be as wet and relaxed inside as possible; I also hoped to be able to make the attempt while she was still mentally and emotionally "relaxed", too, so that she wouldn't get any more tense or nervous than could be managed. Still, I wasn't willing to penetrate her without her conscious agreement and awareness of what was happening — which meant that I was trying to walk a very fine line within a fairly narrow window of opportunity. I didn't figure that I'd have much more than a minute, perhaps as much as two, to not only start getting my erection into her, but get through her hymen, while causing her a minimum of pain. It was having my mind occupied with such thoughts that did more to keep me from enjoying what she was doing with her lips and mouth and tongue than any restraint she might have been showing.
Emma was having a dandy time sucking and licking my erect penis, keeping me hard despite the way my mind was occupied; what was left over of my attention was being applied toward collecting her delicious nectar and moving her closer and closer toward the release that both of us wanted her to have.
I was industriously fluttering the tip of my tongue across her clitoris when I felt her begin to tense up over me. I lightened and slowed my actions, building the tension in her so that her orgasm would be that much stronger; when her young body found the release she was after, the sudden arching of her pelvis could well have broken my nose if I hadn't managed to pull my head back enough when it started. She lifted her head, allowing my erection to fall from between her lips so that she could release a deep groan of pleasure even as I was lifting my head again to collect the increased flow of her essence. In the process of drawing my tongue across her opening, I took the opportunity to press the end of my tongue against it; I doubt that I penetrated her in the slightest, but the noise she made in response let me know that the attempts succeeded in intensifying her pleasure.
When the tensing of her body had faded, I could tell that she was left feeling a bit weak. Still, she was able to provide the energy needed to lift her body off of mine while I guided her to lay next to me — though "aimed" the opposite direction I was. After grabbing a pillow, I got myself turned around and stretched out next to her; lifting her head, I tucked the pillow underneath it so that she'd be comfortable before I took her into my arms. As I held her, I paid careful attention to how alert she was, as well as her physical state.
Much to my relief and pleasure, her alertness returned more quickly than her energy levels.
When the time seemed right, I moved myself over her, getting myself positioned between her parted thighs while holding myself over her on my knees and elbows. When I saw her eyes focus on me, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before asking "Is it okay if I try to make love to you now?"
I immediately got her full attention, of course, and she looked into my eyes as she told me "Yes, Gary. I want you inside me."
When she felt me reach between us and take my erect cock between my fingers, she opened her legs even farther and raised her knees, tilting her pelvis up a little bit. I could feel that I still had a coating of her saliva on the end of my erect cock, so I angled it down and positioned it against the warm, wet ring of her opening. Pressing against her only enough to keep myself in position, I told her "The more you can relax yourself and let me in, the easier this will be for both of us, Em."
She nodded her head, I could feel her trying to relax herself where the head of my cock was pressed against her. I'd promised that I would go slow, and I did — increasing the pressure I applied against the entrance to her womanhood gradually, and in proportion to her efforts to relax. She did much better than I could have hoped for, and I could feel myself slipping through her tight ring; it couldn't have taken even a minute before the head of my erection was all the way inside her. I rocked my manhood back and forth a few times to make sure it was covered with her oils before beginning to carefully press myself even farther into her. Almost immediately, I reached the blockade of her maidenhead. When I didn't see any reaction from her to that initial contact, I pressed a little harder, then a little more — and suddenly felt myself push through it, accompanied by a small squeak from Emma. I stopped almost immediately, and when I looked down at Em, the expression on her face confirmed that she'd felt something; I wasn't quite sure what it had been because I didn't see any tears forming in her eyes, and she really didn't look like she was experiencing any pain.
I knew she could hear the concern in my voice, and see it on my face, when I asked "Are you okay, sweetheart? What do you want me to do?"
"I'll be okay in a second, Gary. When you went in like that all of a sudden, I felt something kind of… snap, like, inside me. It didn't hurt, exactly, but it was still pretty uncomfortable. The feeling is starting to go away, now, so if you'll just hold still like that, I'll be okay pretty quick, I think."
I held myself as steady as possible while lowering my head to give her another kiss. She kissed me back, and when I lifted my head again, it was easy to see that that small, simple gesture had pleased her tremendously. That was all the reason I needed to do it again, then again — each additional kiss lasting a little longer than the one before. When the third kiss ended, Emma told me "I think it'll be okay if you want to keep going, now."
"Okay", I told her, "but you let me know if it isn't!"
She smiled and nodded, and we looked into each others eyes as I backed out of her little bit to make sure I stayed lubricated, then gently began pressing myself into her again.
When I saw her looking even the slightest bit uncomfortable, I stopped, and waited for her to let me know it was okay to continue. We went through a few cycles of that before I felt the end of my manhood touch the deepest part of her while the heat of her reached the base. I knew I'd slip into her a little farther once we got going, so I was content to stop there while she got used to having my mans cock in her mid-teen sheath.
As I held myself still in (and over) her, Emma looked up at me in pleased wonder. Nearly a minute went by before she told me "It feels so good… like all of sudden I found something I didn't even know was missing. You feel HUGE in me, but so right, too. I thought it would feel good… but not like this!", awed.
I lowered my head to give her a tender kiss on the forehead, followed by another to her soft lips, before proceeding to intermittently give her brief, soft kisses at various places — a shoulder, her throat, an earlobe, a cheek, or anyplace else I could get my lips in contact with. Between kisses, I watched her carefully to make sure that she was okay, and that I wasn't hurting her. It didn't take long for me to realize that she really was as fine with having me inside her as she'd said; but it wasn't until she tentatively arched her pelvis up that I was willing to start moving in her.
I started with small, slow movements so that she would be able to let me know if she got uncomfortable; as my movements in and out of her vagina got longer and faster, her increasingly faster breathing and more and more frequent noises of pleasure told me that I needn't have worried.
She was as tight as was to be expected — and warmer and wetter inside than I'd thought she'd be.
I was steadily pistoning in and out of her in long, steady strokes that let me enjoy the sensation of being in her without over-stimulating myself. After only a few minutes of that, I realized that although I wasn't doing much to please myself, the movement of my erection in her vagina was doing wonders for her when she had a small orgasm. It wasn't anything even close to what I would have considered "normal" for her — but that it was an orgasm was indisputable; the rhythmic tightening of her vagina around my cock was certainly evidence enough for me.
As I continued to plunge in and out of Emma, she quickly returned to gasping and moaning her pleasure as she arched her hips up in welcome to my thrusts. When she raised her legs so that she could lock her ankles behind my back, the change in the angle that I was penetrating her was enough to cause our union to begin making a softly liquid sound in time with my thrusts.
I was starting to feel the effects of having her tight and wet vagina to bury myself in when she opened her eyes and lifted her head to look down between us. The way her pelvis was tilted up left her with a clear view of where we were joined; I looked, too, and watched as her labia would clasp at me when I slid my glistening cock out of her, only to disappear when I reversed direction. I could also see that each inward thrust caused a slight pull that caused a slight pressure against her clitoris. I couldn't help but be fascinated (and incredibly aroused) by the vision of my manhood disappearing into the confines of Emma's womanhood. As I continued to watch it, I heard her moan lustily before softly gasping "God, it's as sexy to watch as it is good to feel!"
Watching and feeling as I repeatedly buried myself in her fifteen-year-old pussy proved to be more than I could handle; the increasing pleasure coming from the head of my cock soon had me moving faster and faster in her as I approached my release.
Even while I was increasing the pace of my thrusts into her, Emma was responding — letting her head fall back, she starting making more sounds of pleasure and arousal as I felt her wet sheath begin a faint clenching around me. The added stimulation only got me moving even faster in her, which only seemed to throw gasoline on the fires of her desire. It couldn't have been but a very few minutes before I knew that I was going to cum; after filling her with my manhood, I tried to push myself even farther inside her as the first spray of semen erupted from me. Before I could
launch the second, Emma cried out her pleasure as her body spasmed hard enough to lift her completely off the bed, hanging from me by her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck.
I don't know how long I stayed like that, with my cock buried as far as it would go in her while I dumped what felt like quarts of semen into her, with her body literally hanging off of mine; I can only say that it was a considerable relief to me when she almost literally fell back onto the bed while her vaginal muscles continued to clench in counterpoint to the pulsing of my cock.
When her orgasm began to fade, Emma's ankles unlocked, and her legs fell from around my waist. Continuing to hold myself in her, I lowered my body enough to make contact with hers -
acting as a living blanket for her until she indicated she didn't need/want it any longer. She was panting from her efforts, and looked to be rather stunned from what had happened. As close as I was to her, it was easy (and pleasant, I'll admit) to begin applying a number of soft kisses to her face and shoulders as she began to get her senses back, and breathing under control. I was looking down at her and thinking about how much I cared for her and how special our relationship was when she opened her eyes and looked up at me. The sheer joy on her face told me better than words ever could just how happy she was with what we'd done — and how satisfied she was about it, too.
She quickly reached up to put her arms around my neck again, and pulled my head down so that she could give me a kiss that made it perfectly clear how she felt about me. When she finally let go of me, I was left panting for a few seconds.
"Oh, Gary! That was wonderful! It felt so good, having you moving in me like that, and knowing that you were making love with me, and not just… fucking me."
That was the first time I'd ever heard either of them use that word, and she looked at me a bit concerned about what I would say about her saying it. But I knew what she meant, and understood that it was the only way for her to really say it, so I just told her "I'm glad I was able to make you happy, honey — but that's not a word I want to hear you say much, okay? I know why you said it, and why, so I'm not upset… this time."
Relieved, she nodded her head before telling me "I won't, I promise. But you made me feel so good by making love with me, I just wanted to make sure you knew that you've made me so happy, and why. I've heard the older girls at school talking, like I've told you, and that's the word they use; what I felt with you was so different from how they talk that I had to let you know that I knew the difference. You told me that I should be happy about how I gave up my virginity, and with who, and I am. And now that it's over, you're holding yourself over me, keeping me warm and making me feel so safe, and loved… I can feel you, still inside me, and even though you aren't as hard as before, it still feels so nice to have you there. You're still showing me how much you love me, and it just makes me love YOU even more!"
Smiling at her enthusiasm, I gave her a soft kiss on the lips before telling her "I do love you, Em, and that's what I wanted to show you; and maybe even how much. If you liked it that much, and I've made you that happy, then I'm glad."
When she heard that, I saw Emma's eyes get wet as she got ready to cry. She saw me looking at her in concern, and quickly shook her head and smiled, letting me know that they were tears of happiness. Seeing either of them crying always turned me into a big marshmallow, regardless of whether they were crying because they were happy or sad. Trying to head her tears off before they got started, I lowered my head and used my lips to nibble on her earlobe; she giggled and scrunched her shoulder in response. When I raised my head again, I was relieved to see that my ploy had worked — her eyes were still wet, but her tears were being blinked away.
I continued to hold myself over her, and the two of us exchanged a number of soft, loving kisses.
When I could feel that my penis was about to slip free of her, I calmly told her what she could expect to happen. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest about it, and eagerly agreed to my suggestion that we could clean up together.
When my cock did pull loose of her, I quickly got off of her — though I did delay long enough to give her another quick kiss. She was curious about my suggestion that she carefully scoot herself toward the edge of the bed, but she did it without question or comment; she found out why when I scooped her into my arms and picked her up. As she held on to me and rested her head on my shoulder, I carried her into the bathroom; I lifted the toilet lit with my foot, then set her on the seat. Turning around, I told her I'd be back in a few minutes, then left — closing the door behind me. I took my time about getting a couple of sodas from the fridge and taking them into my bedroom, then neatening the bedcovers a little bit. A good five minutes had gone by before I softly knocked on the bathroom door. I heard her tell me it was okay, and went in to find that she was just starting the shower. I stood behind her and "helped" by cupping her breasts in my hands, and tweaking her nipples a little bit, making her laugh.
Once both of us were under the shower, she didn't hesitate in the slightest to use her finger and the flow of water to ensure that all of my semen was out of her. Once that was taken care of, we had a delightful time cleaning each other up, then drying off. I surprised her by carrying her back into my bedroom and setting her on the bed; when I climbed in next to her, she directed me onto my side, then proceeded to try and get every square inch of her back fused to my front before pulling my arm around to cup her breast. I kissed her shoulder and told her I loved her, and when she turned her head to look at me, her eyes told me how much she loved me, too.
When I woke up the next morning, I was flat on my back, with Emma laying on her side next to me. Her head was on my shoulder, and she had an arm and leg draped across me. I turned my head to look at her, and saw that she was already awake; when she saw me looking at her, the smile she gave me easily made my entire year.