We are now at Chapter VI, so yet again, my thanks for choosing to read my story. All the characters described herein are 18 years of age or older, fictional; and any resemblance between them and anyone, living, dead, or imaginary, is purely coincidental.
If this is your first encounter, you'd be advised to read Chapters I - V first. No BDSM in this chapter, but this is the one where Kitten finally gives up her virginity, so enjoy!
Best Regards!
- Ham Sandwich
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"So here's my proposal. We'll prepare the food, break open a bottle of the bubbly, and eat and drink while we watch a movie. I've got a classic picked out that I believe you'll like. And then, once that's all over, we'll retire to the bedroom and. . . do. . .it!" I said, speaking melodramatically and looking her straight in the eye. A large part of my plan, which I didn't share with Kitten, was to be a bit over the top right now to get the apprehension out of the way beforehand. The rest would be downhill after I plied her with the champagne and got her relaxed and compliant. I knew she was still concerned about the pain, but I had a couple tricks up my sleeve. Poor thing, she'd been through so much trauma, I really intended to see that this night would become a cherished memory for her.
"Well, I guess that's a good plan," she said cautiously. I could sense she was trying hard to believe it. My gentle side came out at once. I smiled and held her to me.
"It's going to be alright, Kitten. Trust me."
I couldn't see greasy food as a prelude to our planned night of ecstasy, so I'd purchased melons and a pineapple to make a fruit salad. The preparation would be easy, though time consuming, and the finished dish would pair well with the cold champagne. Kitten and I each chose a fruit and attacked it with our steely knives until it was diced. It all got mixed together in a big bowl and marinated itself in a bath of lemon-lime soda. I officiated at the opening of the first of the champagne bottles, poured a glassful for each of us and put in a DVD for us to watch. I wanted something funny, and I chose "The Return of the Pink Panther" with Peter Sellers reprising his famous role as the inept French detective, Inspector Clouseau. Though not exactly the best example of meaningful cinema, it was filled with sight gags that were truly hilarious.
By the time the Inspector managed to bumble the second delivery van into that unfortunate person's swimming pool, just as a crane was extracting the first, Kitten was laughing so hard that she was having to hold her sides to keep from hurting herself. Of course, I knew the film well, but even so, the vicarious enjoyment I got from watching Kitten's reaction was entertainment enough for me. Naturally, I kept Kitten's glass filled with bubbly the whole time, and having progressed well into bottle number two, she was feeling little or no pain by the time the film ended.
I quickly and lightly kissed her lips. "Come on, baby," I announced cheerfully, "it's time for bed." We had now reached a critical moment. I hoped she wouldn't back out because of fear. I picked her up and started toward the bedroom and then spun her around once slowly.
"Whoa! Don't do that!" she giggled, and I sensed the she was still engaged with the plan for the night. I got her undressed and sat her on the side of the bed while I undressed myself and then turned out the lights. First, I needed to make sure she was fully aroused, so I knelt between her spread legs and worked her up to a good and proper lather using my tongue.
When she began to respond with whole body agitation, I stopped, moved her to the middle and climbed in next to her. I held her face in my hands and kissed her gently but with passion.
"We're almost there, Kitten, are you ready? Do you want it?"
She wasn't laughing anymore now. "I. . . I want it," she said in all seriousness. "Please. . . be gentle?" And my heart went out to her, this vulnerable and precious girl who'd endured so much abuse.
I smiled and kissed her once again. "I will, I will. Here's what we're going to do. You lift your right leg up and bend it so your foot is resting against my right thigh. I'm going to position myself so my cock is touching your pussy, but I'm not going to push my way in just yet. You tell me when you can feel me at the entrance, and I'll just keep pressing in just a little, but not to where it hurts." It took a little doing to get us both into the exact position I had in mind, but once we were there, in the darkness, it was an easy thing for me to massage her clit with my right hand while holding myself in readiness for the decisive thrust. I could feel the resistance against the head of my penis as I kept myself in position.
Kitten was already so aroused that it took very little handwork to bring her to the edge of an orgasm. She began moaning and wriggling about, and I kept up the clitoral stimulation. Her breathing got ragged, and she started thrashing about in earnest.
"Let me know when you're coming," I said, and she did, almost at once.
"Oh, God, I am! I'm coming, I'm coming! Oh, please don't stop!!" she shouted, and after a second or two, I pushed myself into her until I felt her hymen give way. Of course, Kitten was so wrapped up in the orgasmic throes of passion that any pain she would have felt from the penetration was trivialized by the overwhelming pleasure she was undergoing. Her body continued to convulse for another five or ten seconds, and then she finally returned to our planet. It took her a few seconds more to regain her senses and register what had happened.
"You're inside me!" she exclaimed. "I can feel your cock inside me!" I had been holding myself back for hours now, and I could finally let myself go a little. It only took a few small thrusts, and then Kitten was crying, "I can feel it throbbing! You're coming, I can feel you coming inside me! I can feel your semen in me!" After all that time, it was such an exquisite release!
