The look of pain on Amy's face was, at once, both worrisome and a huge turn-on. I had worked my cock half way into her virgin pussy when she cried out, "it hurts, it hurts!" I asked her if I should stop. "No," she said. "Give me a minute. I want to do this." I held still, caressed her pretty face and waited for the pain to subside. "Okay," she told me. "Keep going." I carefully pressed on, sliding in another inch. Amy took in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. "Oooh".
I pressed forward again, overcoming the last of her hymen's resistance. I was completely inside her. She continued breathing through pursed lips. I let her rest again. "That's it," I told her. "You're not a virgin any more." I kissed a single tear from her cheek.
"Does it get better?" she asked.
"I promise it does."
Amy, a 24-year-old elementary school teacher, was 6 years younger than me. We met at a party thrown by mutual friends. She was a transplanted Iowa farm girl, naive in every charming way. She was raised conservative and Christian. She had a sweet, innocent look about her, needed no makeup. She was a natural redhead with a freckled nose and paper white skin. She looked no more than seventeen and you'd swear if you saw her that you'd seen her before in a Norman Rockwell painting. She had a small body, nicely proportioned with small breasts and hips that flared out invitingly.
Amy and I had been seeing each other for about six months. Her move to the city had left her feeling isolated and lonely. By our third date, she told me she was a virgin, though I had already guessed that. I told her that she could remain a virgin for as long as she liked, that it wouldn't affect my desire to spend time getting to know her. The next time we were together we had a long make-out session on my couch after a dinner of Chinese takeout and a movie.
I whispered into Amy's ear, after breaking a long kiss, that there are lots of ways we could enjoy each other without having intercourse and asked if she trusted me. She said she was willing to let me show her. We ended up in bed together that night beginning with a long hour of foreplay before I gave her her first orgasm from being stimulated orally. She was initially very shy about letting me near her labia, though she had seemed to relish the attention I had lavished on her small breasts.
I told Amy how beautiful her pussy was, as I kissed the lips of her vagina for the first time. I licked slowly and deliberately, taking my time. She seemed to relax as her young pussy dampened with dew. I pressed the issue, splitting her pink lips with my tongue, licking the length of her slit from bottom to top, flicking over the bud of her clit, which brought forth a deep sigh. After ten minutes or so she forgot her anxiety and started to respond with a natural enthusiasm. When I inserted my tongue into her as far as I could extend it, she took my head in her hands while she bucked her hips up to me. I knew she was getting close to her first orgasm so I backed off a bit. I wanted to make this last, eventually teasing her to a full blown hurricane of pleasure. I brought her to the edge three or four times before finally pushing her over the brink with my upper lip grinding her clit while my tongue was buried deeply in her sweet vulva.
"Wow! That was fantastic," Amy puffed between gasps to catch her breath. I moved up her body and kissed her deeply with the taste of her pussy on my lips and tongue. I guessed this was probably her first taste of her own juices. I lay beside her caressing her tummy and the mound of her pubis, letting her bask in the experience, demanding nothing from her in return. She reached for my cock and told me she wanted to do the same for me but she didn't know how.
I took Amy's hand and placed it on my hard cock. "Wrap you fingers around me," I said.
Amy told me she had done hand jobs on her college boyfriend. "Is that what you want me to do?"
"Not just yet," I told her. "Right now I just want to feel your hand squeezing me. Feel how hard being with you has made me? That's what I get out of pleasing you. The taste of you was such a turn-on. Don't try to make me cum right away. Just play with me for awhile. Get familiar with how I respond to your touch. Discover for yourself what makes me feel good.
I kissed her some more while she held my cock firmly and gently stroked it. I moved my hand up to her breast and caressed a small nipple, bending my head down to take the other between my lips. "Do you like this?" I asked. "What does it make you feel."
"Kind of warm and maternal," she said. "I like it."
We lay together like that for a long time. I may have even dozed off for a couple of minutes when I felt Amy scoot down in the bed until her face was even with my cock. "How do I do this?" she asked.
"Start with some kisses," I suggested, "on the tip and up and down the shaft. You have to take your time. When you feel ready take a little in your mouth, careful not to scrape with your teeth. Get comfortable with me between your lips. You can suck a little, but not too hard. Stroke with your hand at the same time. Take it out of your mouth and rub it on your face and breasts. That's another way to keep me turned on. Handle my balls gently. Enjoy the sensations and don't worry about making me cum. Have fun feeling me respond."
Amy allowed her curiosity to lead the way. She gently caressed and kissed me to hardness. I caressed her face and played with her hair. She was getting comfortable and familiar with my cock. I let her play for a long time - until I couldn't take much more. Finally, I told her, "I need to cum now, Amy."