As I slowly ramped up the pressure I was applying, I began to feel it as Charlene both tried to spread her legs to make herself even more available to me, and relax her opening to let me in.
I could feel myself beginning to slip into her when Charlene told me "Billy? Could… could you stop?
And maybe even back up a little bit? It doesn't feel good for me."
Of course, I immediately quit what I was doing and let off until I was only wedged against her entrance again. A moment later, she told me "That's better. You weren't actually hurting me or anything; it just didn't feel right — like something was wrong."
"Wrong how?", I asked.
She looked thoughtful for a few moments, then told me "Wrong like all of you was trying to get inside me at the same time." She seemed to consider it for a couple of seconds, then added "When you started pushing yourself into me, it felt like your penis was trying to push the part of ME where we were touching inside me, too."
I immediately understood the problem (too much friction) and the solution (lubrication). How to implement the solution took only a fraction of a second more: reaching between us, I eased my hips back slightly and took hold of my erect penis — then carefully swirled it around Charlenes opening, getting the head well and truly lubricated with her oils before settling myself against her again.#p#分页标题#e#
Looking down at her, I told her "I kinda forgot something: two things will slide against each other a lot better when they're lubricated. I think it'll be a lot easier for you, now."
It took a second for Charlene to really understand what I told her; when she did, though, she surprised and delighted me by blushing faintly as she told me "I, uh, wondered what you were doing just now…"
Grinning at her, I answered "Well, that's what it's for, isn't it?"
Her blush got even darker as she answered "Yeah, I guess it is."
Managing to wipe (most of) the grin off my face, I asked "Ready to try it again?"
Realizing that we were likely to make more progress, and without causing her any discomfort, Charlene readily answered "You bet!"
Once again, I started trying to ease my erect penis into her — and immediately realized that the first problem we'd experienced had been solved: I could feel the difference her female oils made as I actually began to slip into her a lot more easily. From the look on her face, I could tell that the solution was working for Charlene, too. Even so, I was still careful to maintain a fairly steady pressure so that I entered her only as fast as Charlene was able to relax and accept me.
Progress was slow, and Charlene asked me to stop a couple of times so she could "catch her breath"; but she never again had to ask me to back up. I'm not sure, of course, but I think that the times that we stopped, the little bit of wriggling around that we did made it possible for my manhood to be re-coated from her abundant supply of womanly lubrication.
Even with the necessity of stopping so that Charlene could relax and adjust to having my penis stretching the phenomenally tight ring of her opening, it didn't take but a few minutes before both of us felt it as the last bit of the head of my cock slipped into her. When it did, I immediately stopped and held still, knowing that the relative difference between her insides and my outside meant that she was going to need some time to get comfortable with my presence inside her. It was also at that point that I remembered that she didn't have a hymen, and silently thanked the Universe that we hadn't had that to deal with in addition to everything else. The feeling of having even just the head of my cock in her made me glad that I'd already experienced the pleasure of receiving oral sex; that made it a lot easier to keep control of myself and not just blow my load in her.
While I could tell that Charlene wasn't experiencing any discomfort, it was easy to see that she was still a way from actually being comfortable, too. To help distract her (and just because I wanted to), I lowered my head and began kissing her: first on the lips, then branching out to anyplace else that I could touch them to. It took a few seconds, but my efforts began to have the desired effect: Charlene kissing me back when my lips touched hers, or making small noises of pleasure when my lips found a different target. I'm pretty sure we were well past her being comfortable before she got me to stop kissing her long enough to tell me "You can keep going now, if you want."
I kissed her on the lips again before lifting my head so I could watch her as I began pressing myself into her again. To my relief (and our mutual pleasure), getting the rest of my erection into her proved to be a lot easier that the first part had been. Sure, we had to stop a few times so she could get used to my (relatively large) presence in her (relatively small) womanhood, but it still took only as long to get the rest of me buried in her as it had the first part.