With his hand aiming his cock, he pushed forward and felt the pussy open to accept him. He entered slowly and heard her moan again, and say, “Oh! Oh, Jesus, it’s so big, go slow, baby!”
She felt really tight, he thought. Well, first time, it’ll take a while for her to get accustomed to this. Okay, slow and not too deep.
That was his logical mind speaking. The animal part of him wanted to slam his cock all the way in, pounding her cunt until he shot his load. They wrestled for a few moments, and the logical mind won the point.
In and out, slowly, just a few inches. He looked down and it appeared that most of his dick was still visible. It was taking all his willpower to keep from moving too fast or too deep.
In a tight little voice she said, “Go in a little further now, I’ll tell you when to stop.”
He pushed in another inch, two inches, and she said, breathlessly, “No more for now. That’s nice, just that far. Can you go a little faster?”
He did his best, increasing his speed without pushing further in. After thirty seconds she said, “Oh! That’s really nice, that feels good.”
He was feeling some resistance now, some tightness. He knew he was poking at her hymen.
It was sometimes painful for women their first time, which was probably what her mother was suggesting obliquely in her little pre-marriage talk. He tried to moderate the distance he was entering.
“Damn, Kenny, that feels so good. Listen, go slow, but push in further. If I make a sound, don’t worry, okay, it’ll be fine. Go deeper now.”
This is where it gets real, he thought. He repositioned himself and leaned forward, pushing in slowly, two inches, three inches, more. Then she cried, “Fuck, oww, keep going, slowly, baby, it’s fine.”
It was still tight, but there wasn’t as much resistance now, so he pushed in slowly until he had his whole dick buried inside her pussy. In and out, while he watched her face, her eyes closed, her mouth open, pulling in air.
He was supposed to be going slowly but he suddenly realized that he had sped up. I hope I’m not hurting her, he thought. Maybe I should stop. And while he thought that, her arms on his back went rigid and he felt her fingernails digging into his muscles, her pelvis started grinding into him, and she grunted, then shouted, “Oh, FUCK, yes, do it, do it, don’t stop! Yesyesyes!”
He watched her face while he kept moving into her. All care and worry disappeared from her, replaced by something that looked like joy, pleasure. It was fleeting, but it was there long enough for him to see it.
She laughed. “Oh, wow! Now, I could get used to that! Have you got any more in you, baby?”
He had never expected to hear her say those words, so it took him a moment to recover. “I’ve got another couple of minutes left, Emma, but not much more. This feels so amazing that I won’t be able to hold off much longer.”
“Then give it all you’ve got, baby. This feels great.”
Who was this person, and what have they done with the real Emma? He put that thought in the back of his mind, because whoever she was, her pussy was doing quite unexpected things and he wanted to hold on to that feeling for a while longer.
He got his arms under her thighs and leaned forward so her legs were all the way back and he was resting on his arms. His hips were now pushing down, straight into her pussy, and he was grinding into her. He realized he was muttering, “Oh, Jesus, oh, Jesus!” while he pounded her.
Now she had started talking, her eyes tightly shut. “Ohmigod, baby, that feels so good. Keep doing that, hard. Oh, Jeez, I love it, don’t stop!”
He had always patted himself on the back for having what he thought was good endurance, able to fuck for extended periods without cumming, but he was struggling now. Was her pussy so different from other women that it made him helpless? Or was it just the emotional component, fucking his wife for the first time? A subtle difference that he’d have to ponder at another time, because it was requiring all his control to keep from cumming, and he felt it was a losing battle.
Under him, Emma was pushing into him again, calling out quietly, “Yes. Yes. Yes.” He reached a point where he knew it was a lost cause and he would have to surrender. But if he had to give in, he’d give it his all. So he leaned in and pounded her even faster, no subtlety at all, just animal fucking. He called out to her, “So close, baby, almost done!”
Emma’s eyes shot open wide, she gasped twice, then yelled, “I’m cumming, baby, don’t stop doing that, oh, fuck, yes!” Everything after that was just grunts and shouts as it washed over her.
That was all it took for him. He cried out “Yessss!” then lost whatever control he had left as his load shot up from his balls and filled her pussy.
He kept moving inside her, slowly, because it felt wonderful, joyful, but his dick lost its stiffness and he finally had to pull out. He noticed some streaks of blood on his cock, but was too tired to ask her if she was all right. Kenny collapsed on his side, one arm over his forehead. He was half asleep, and Emma was motionless.
Chapter 3
Her voice startled him awake. “That was amazing. I felt so good. I feel like everybody has lied to me about what it was going to be like, my mother, even my friends. Nobody ever told me it would be like that, Kenny. If I had known…” She smiled and shook her head.
She turned on her side to face him. “What was it like for you? Tell me.”
He wondered where this burst of energy had come from. He felt drained, exhausted, but she was ebullient, energetic.
“For me? Well, it’s hard to explain exactly, because what I was feeling when I was making love to you was all mixed up with what I had been dreaming it was going to be like. But it felt fabulous, and when I came I felt like I was soaring through the universe. It emptied me, and left me helpless, but with this feeling of static electricity humming around me, sorta.”
She snuggled close in and said, “I wouldn’t have believed it could feel so good. Everybody always said your first time is just so-so, then it gets better slowly. But the first time was great. Better than great.”
“Um, did it hurt much? I noticed you bled some. Did I hurt you?”
“That? Oh, no, it was nothing, just a little discomfort, then it started feeling so good I didn’t even notice it anymore. Kenny, can we do it again?”
“Now? Are you serious? Yeah, you are. Look, Emma, I’m not sure what you’ve been told about this, but guys don’t recover as quickly as women do. It varies, but it can take anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour before the average guy can get it up again.”
“An hour? I have to wait an hour?”
“Maybe less, I don’t know. I don’t know what my recuperation period is. But worst case, an hour. Or so.”
“Nuts. Maybe I should call a bellhop.”
He turned his head to look at her, astonished. She punched him on the shoulder.
“I’m joking, Kenny. Ooo, you’re gonna be fun to tease.”
He suggested that they take another shower, wash the sweat and the blood off, and she agreed.
“Our first shower together. That’s sexy. My girlfriends told me they sometimes took one with their boyfriends, and sometimes they wound up doing it in the shower.”