He wasn't sure what she wanted, still being a virgin in this respect, but he was inventive, and he'd read a few articles in dirty magazines, so he took a guess and started licking around the edges, tasting the moisture emanating from her innards, exploring the crevice. He tried, he really did, but without education and experience he had little chance of satisfying the woman. But she was aware of his dearth and stretched the lips wide, exposing the button she needed him to irritate. He began to explore the newly opened territory with finger and lip, once in awhile hitting the mark, more often missing it. Still she wanted it, so she placed a finger directly on the clit and said, "Right here, baby." Once he'd been given a road map, he followed it and licked her button while she responded with moans and slight pushes into his mouth.
'What would she do if I bit it?' he wondered, and so he experimented. The additional friction was what she needed, and it set her over the edge. Lightning struck the depths of her mind, and her throat growled like thunder. Over and over again the orgasm swept over her, through her. Slowly the vibrations receded, and still Chuck licked and nibbled her nubbin until it no longer excited her, but started to rub her the wrong way. She pulled an arm, and he laid on top of her. She reached down and pulled the elastic of his waistband down, as far as she could reach, then he took over and kicked off his briefs. They were both exposed to each other now, he between her legs, the rod of his manhood inches from her chasm, feeling the heat of their desire.
"Come on, sweetheart, nice and slow." She placed his tip just below her button and was gratified to feel him ease into her, slightly at first, just a hint of fullness between the legs, then a little more, sliding gently into her, just a bit at a time.
Chuck had been waiting for this moment for weeks, since the first time he'd been with her. Then it had been sudden, explosive, and he'd wondered, afterwards, just what it had been like. This time he wanted to make it last, experience the sensations, so he held himself above her and entered her slowly, feeling the heat of her womb surround him, letting himself go deeper and deeper until he finally seemed to be buried in her and his pelvis bone met hers. Still he pushed, trying to see if he could get further, and when he was sure he couldn't, he pulled out until he'd disengaged and began the process of entering her again. Five times he performed the maneuver, amazed at the way the bottom of his penis warmed each time he sunk in, reveling in the sensation of the tip hitting a yielding barrier at the end of the stroke.
The fifth time, instead of pulling out, he stayed within her, barely moving, and pressed himself upon her, concentrating first on the crush of her breasts under his chest, then on the sensation of the smooth legs surrounding his hips, how she kept her heels on the bedspread, listening to her breathing into his ear, and then, while his rod was deep within her orifice, he kissed her, placing his tongue deeply within her mouth, mimicking above what was proceeding below.
Stephanie wondered at his hesitation. Glenn never treated her this way, and certainly Jim, her only other lover, had been in such a hurry to bring himself off their one time together that she barely felt what was happening. She reveled in the gentleness of Chuck's approach, and when he kissed her she sucked his tongue, letting him feel the roof of her mouth. Together they concentrated on the locking of their bodies, above and below. They broke the kiss, possibly because they were running out of oxygen, and she heard him whisper, "God, this is so great!"
"Yes, baby, it sure is. Now, do me, slowly." As he began slow in and out movements, rolling a bit from left to right and then back with each stroke, she concentrated on the feeling of being alternately filled then emptied, and relished the ending of the movement, when he was as far inside of her as he could get. At that point, his pelvic bone pressed down on her clitoris, and stretched the skin around it, rubbing it. She made one small adjustment with her left foot, and the pressure became even greater, more enjoyable. She realized that she was going to come again, and she gave her secret away first by panting in her lovers ear, then by strongly tensing her vaginal muscles, and the rosy glow spread over her body and through her very existence.
Chuck realized he was exciting the woman with his movements, satisfying her, and concentrating on what was happening below him, within her, he felt his vibration begin in the lower extremities. He tried to will it back, to make it cease, but it was too strong for him; continuing to stroke first out then in, he felt the sperm explode strongly, flooding the woman and fogging his brain at the same time. He reveled in the rapture, spilling more into her with each succeeding push, sending strong shocks through his legs to his toes, until fifteen or twenty impulses later, only remnants seeped from him. Stephanie stopped moaning, laid still holding onto him, and he sank onto her. For minutes, they stayed there, kissing, hugging.
In unison, they rolled onto their sides. Chuck's penis was still firm enough to fill her, they managed to stay locked during the maneuver. She gently touched his neck, his hairless chest, kissed a nipple. He fondled her hair with one hand and a breast with the other. "Is that," he wondered out loud, "what it's all about?"
"Uh-huh, baby, that's it. God it was great for me, the best I've ever had."
"Really?" He was astounded. It had been so easy, so natural, and yet, somehow, it was better than the best thing that had ever happened to him.
"Really!" she responded truthfully. For twenty minutes they continued to play with each other, their bodies linked, and Chuck began to respond again, the rigidity which had never really left returning to its previous iron-like state, and he began to push once more in and out of her.
"Oh, you're not done yet, are you?" she smiled. And she twisted until she was on top of him. This time, it was she who controlled the pace, and she was in no rush. Up and down she rode, back and forth, circling, pleasuring herself and him in the process. She fondled his face, his arms, behind her to the testicles just below her opening that he was filling. She sat straight up on him, then sank so that her tits were being excited by his skin with each push, back up with her feet on top of his shoulders, causing him to be as deep in her as he could possibly go, then back again to a kneeling position.
He could barely see her in the darkness, but he could smell her, and taste and feel her, and he took advantage of the situation, storing the memory of this night, one of the best of his life. A few times he thought he might orgasm again, but each time she shifted so that he receded from the precipice. When she began to breathe shallowly and then moan, he knew that she was satisfying herself again with his help, and when she was done he twisted her around until he was on top again, and this time he was so close that he rammed in and out of her, as hard as he could, until once again he spewed into her, less sperm than before, of course, but no less intensely.
This time, they broke from each other, lying sweating and panting, touching each other slightly, completely contented. At last, she broke the silence. "What time do you have to be home?"
"Ten. I've got an 8:30 class."
She picked up the alarm clock and peered at it in the near blackness. "It's nine forty-five. Whew, we've been going at it for more than two hours!"
"Is that a long time?"
"Yeah, sometimes you do it for just a few minutes. It's best, though, when you take your time, like we did tonight." She bent over and kissed him gratefully, and he responded by pinching a nipple, sending a bolt through her one more time. "Stop that," she teased, "or you'll never get home."
They dressed in the darkness, identifying the clothing by touch, playing with each other unashamedly. They held hands down the stairs and got into the car. On the drive, she took his hand and placed it between her legs, letting him feel her broiling pussy and she felt his semi-hard prick when she didn't need to shift.
As they drove to the drop-off point near his home, it was she that proposed the next meeting. "Tomorrow night? It's a Friday, we'll have even more time."
