In real life, things are never as easy as they are in fiction. Her personal fear of rejection had kept her virginity intact until that night. She couldn’t allow a boy or man to get near her. Neville and her feelings of panic and the need for safety pushed her past that. He gave direct and forceful attention to her breasts and her lower lips. She melted into the bed and became boneless and content.
He maintained a confident pressure on her little button. When he felt her hips jerk up into his hand, he moved between her legs and let the head of his cock spread open her lower lips.
He pushed fruitlessly. Her sheath was too tight for him to get in. He tried twice before he realized that he was the first man to penetrate her. He kissed her. “I liked the idea of taking you, all weak and feminine and accepting, but it isn’t going to get us where we need to go. Get on top of me. You can be in charge of how much you take inside. That should help you relax.”
They switched places. Madison sat on his hips and held his cock in her hands. She rocked toward him and put his cock in her entrance.
He cautioned her, “Don’t push down at all.”
He felt her settle on him with a butterfly’s weight. “Don’t do anything. You don’t have to. I’m going to give you as many orgasms as I can. Every time you go off, your sheath will open up a little more. We’ll get where we need to go before you know it and without any memorable pain. Alright?”
“Okay.”
“Now, come kiss me.”
Madison bent over to kiss him. He caressed her breasts and pulled and twisted her nipples. When she sat back, he slipped his finger between her legs and stimulated her little pearl.
Ten minutes of this and Madison was breathing like a bellows and gasping. She groaned and twitched. Her body gave her an orgasm as a reward for loving her man and wanting to be a mother. Her eyes fled inside the back of her head. Her arms and legs moved around without any conscious control on her part. She contracted her interior muscles in pulses.
That solved their current problem. When the muscles inside her sheath relaxed, they relaxed completely. Neville’s cock slipped inside her.
When the head of his cock stretched her opening and allowed it to contract behind it, the extra arousal sent her orgasm up to the next level. She howled and gasped. Suddenly, she had an overwhelming need to feel his cock all the way inside her. She rose and fell, each time taking more of him inside. Her virginity surrendered without a bit of pain. She whimpered as his cock stretched her sheath. It hurt, and she needed the hurt.
Soon, his cock filled her completely. It reached all the way into her core. The tip of his cock touched her cervix. Her orgasm flared into its final stage, and she came back to reality. She dropped her head back and sighed.
When the pain left, a tremendous satisfaction took its place. She smiled down at him. “You’re all the way inside me.” She let the pleasant sleepiness take her over. She felt him enter another inch, then another. She said, “I’m completely open. You’ve got a straight path to my egg. Would you give me a baby?”
“Yes. With pleasure. Let’s put you on the bottom.”
They rolled over and Neville energetically pumped then stopped and moaned. She felt seven bursts of semen enter her body. She said, “What a nice way to start a family.”
Chapter Ten
Delilah and Denise waited for their men to get back from their assignment. Delilah cleaned every piece of furniture in the house. Denise frantically did needlework.
Finally, the door opened, and Emil and Jules walked in. Both women ran to their men and leaped into their arms. Denise pushed away from Jules. “Are you unharmed? Did they hit you with bullets anywhere?” Jules grinned, “I am whole. One of Carruthers men got away, and we don’t know where Neville and Madison are. But we’re whole and alive. The Sheriff’s men are handling the search.”
They noticed that Delilah was feeling Emil all over. She ran her hands over his arms and chest then turned him around. She stopped and put her hand over her mouth. Tears filled her eyes.
Denise joined her and did the same thing.
Emil’s shirt had three diagonal rips all the way across his back. Jules joined the women. “You’re going to have to buy another shirt.”
Emil took it off and put his fingers through the rips. “Maybe I’ll have it framed and put on the wall.”
Denise said, with fury, “It isn’t a trophy. Delilah almost lost him just when she found him. It will be thrown away in disgust and neither of you will risk your lives again.” She stood in front of the two men with her arms folded and a stern look on her face.