With her eyes locked on my manhood, Charlene slowly slid her hands up my legs; as she brought her hands up, I felt her fingers softly press against my skin and muscles every so often as though she was trying to memorize the feel of me.
When her hands finally came together, it was so that she could cup my entire package in them. The way she was looking at my works was almost worshipful for the several seconds that went by before she slowly leaned forward and tenderly kissed the head of my penis. After she'd done that, she tilted her head back to look up at me and say "The things we've already done… to and with each other… I've already gotten so much pleasure from this. And now I get to find out what it feels like when it's inside me, where I want it!"
With that declaration, she tilted her head back down before leaning forward enough to take the head of my cock between her lips. A moment more, and she began to use her tongue and a gentle, rhythmic suction to start moving me toward full erection.
The next few minutes were a delight for me as she used everything she'd learned about pleasuring me, only amplified by her desire to have me filling her womanhood coupled with her enthusiasm to make it happen. As my manhood grew longer and harder, she took more and more of it into her mouth so she could stimulate me even more. By the time she let me slip from her oral embrace, I was almost achingly erect — and more than ready to try and satisfy her need to feel me inside her virginal chamber.
Satisfied with her handiwork (well after I was!), Charlene stood up. Taking me by the upper arms, she got us turned around before backing us toward my bed. When she felt it against the backs of her legs, she released her soft hold on me and sat down followed by scooting herself to the center and laying down. After bringing her knees up and spreading her legs, she told me "I'm ready, Billy. More than ready, even!"
Thinking that she just meant she was ready for me to get her going, I got onto the bed, too, and knee-walked my way to where she was. Looking down at her, I couldn't help but notice that she was a lot more ready than I'd thought: not only was the shaft supporting her clitoris standing straight out, the entrance to her womanhood below it was readily visible and clearly glistening with her female dew.#p#分页标题#e#
There was no mistaking the fact that she didn't need any help from me on "getting going" — she was obviously already there!
Even with Charlene clearly ready to have me try deflowering her, there was something I wanted to do: lean down and run my tongue across the entrance to her vagina so I could collect a goodly taste of her essence. Once I'd treated my taste buds to her nectar, I continued onward to position myself so that we could give each other our virginity.
I could feel the tips of Charlene's erect nipples brushing against my chest as we looked into each others eyes for several seconds before she told me "Billy, I really want to do this. I'm ready — God, I'm ready! — and even though I know this isn't going to be easy, for either of us, I'm just as sure than we can make it happen."
"I want it to happen, too, Charlene", I told her, "but not so much that I'm willing to rush things or do anything to hurt you. I don't know… maybe it's wimpy, but I'd be okay with it if you wanted to kinda run things and tell me what you need or want me to do."
"No, it's not wimpy; it's actually kind of sweet; but I don't think I need to 'run' things — I know I can trust you if something isn't working right."
Looking into her eyes, I nodded my commitment to doing just that. With a lusty grin, Charlene reached between us and took my hard cock in her hand before telling me "Now that we've got that out of the way, let's see if you can get this thing where it's supposed to go!"
Grinning back at her, I shifted my position enough that she could lever my erection down. After a little adjustment by both of us, we got the end of it securely (but gently) wedged against her wet opening.
Though I wasn't pressing against the entrance to Charlenes vagina very hard, I could still feel not just how incredibly wet she was, but also how small she must be inside. Knowing how much larger my cock was compared to her vagina, it really sank in for me just how careful and gentle and patient I was going to have to be if we were going to be able to see things through. I silently swore to myself that I'd call the whole thing off rather than hurt her.
But that was going to be my last resort; until then, I had the delectable bundle of Charlene underneath me… ready and willing and eager for me to begin trying to fill her with my manhood. Slowly and carefully, I began pressing myself forward as I carefully watched her for any signs of pain (or even discomfort).