“Not too bad, now was it?” he said. “In a few moments I’ll start moving. There’re two things you need to do when I start. First, consider how it feels. Second, try to move with me. I’ll start off nice and slow for you.”
He waited for a moment longer while Christy found herself contemplating this cock inside her. The longer it was there the more aware she was of it. It seemed to be filling her. Was it getting larger inside her, she wondered? No, they didn’t do that, she was sure. It was just feeling larger because she seemed more aware of it. Why was she so aware of it?
She found out when Paul pulled slowly back and returned, causing funny feelings to ripple through her. She gasped, unsure what to do. He was pushing back in again when she remembered she was supposed to move with him. She gave a little push against the oncoming cock, finding that made it slip into position a little faster, a little easier.
Paul kept moving and Christy tried to move with him. After a few false starts she found herself matching his movements, with those odd feelings growing stronger with each slow thrust.
Satisfied that Christy was able to handle herself Paul slowly picked up the pace. Christy responded nicely but he found himself amused by the sounds of surprised excitement she was making. She’d gone from wary, to surprised, to approving, and was now heading toward excited cooperation.
Paul had now settled down into a nice rhythm, taking his time to enjoy his cock rubbing against her passage, her passage clinging almost lovingly every time he pulled back. He felt no pressure to rush to a quick finish, probably due to his earlier playing around. Something to remember in future; start off with a quickie and go the long distance later.
Christy was busy giving her all, approval bubbling from her lips as she went. For all her enjoyment she finally decided something was missing. Everything was fine and she was in full accord with what Paul was doing to her but there was something missing.
“Paul,” she wailed, “I want, I want. . .”
She didn’t know what she wanted. Paul did. She was approaching her first climax; she just didn’t know it. Fine by him. He’d reached a point where he was willing to let go.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, driving in a lot harder and faster, pushing her ruthlessly over the edge. She screamed, unknown feelings raging through her, shattering her, thrilling her, her feelings sweeping her away.
Paul felt himself jerking frenziedly against her, letting himself go.
Paul disengaged from a rather shocked Christy. He managed to wedge himself on the seat next to her, gently stroking her breast. She blinked and shook her head, her hand coming up to close over his, holding it still, but also holding it against her breast.
“You were absolutely marvellous,” he told her.
“That was — amazing,” she mumbled. “I didn’t know.”
“How could you? First time, remember. Next time you’ll know what to expect.”
“Next time? What makes you think there’ll be a next time? There shouldn’t even have been this time.”