Looking at her closely, it was easy to see that she was as surprised by what I'd shown her as I'd been to see it. It took only a moment for me to decide that if it hadn't bothered her that much when it had happened, there wasn't anything for me to say about it after the fact. All I could do was tell her "As long as you're okay now, I guess it doesn't matter, does it?"
Smiling at me, she answered "I'm okay, really – better, even, 'cause it feels better and better the more I get you in me!"
Hearing that, I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands and run my thumbs over her nipples; a moment later, Gail pressed herself down on me again, a broad smile on her face.
Several minutes later, Gail's firm ass settled onto the tops of my thighs. Realizing that I was fully inside her, she closed her eyes before softly saying "Oh, god, this feels so good!"
As Gail held herself still on me, plainly enjoying the feel of being filled in a way she'd never been before, I was glad that she wasn't moving. With all but a small fraction of an inch of my manhood encased by her sheath, I was experiencing just how wonderful she felt inside – not just tight, but also wet, and warm (almost hot, even). I wasn't in any danger of climaxing just from having her on me, but she felt good enough that I welcomed the absence of additional stimulation. By the time Gail opened her eyes again, I was ready for what I knew was next: one or both of us getting my hard penis moving in her.
Looking down at me, Gail's expression only emphasized her words as she told me "I thought that it would feel good, having a guy in me… but I never even dreamed it could feel like this. It's like now I understand why I'm a girl – it feels so good, and so right!"
With my hands on her hips, I asked her "You're ready to find out what the rest of it is like, then?"
The blank look on her face amused me, but not as much as the look she got when I managed to arch my hips down a little bit, sliding perhaps half an inch of my erection out of her before easing it back in again. That small gesture made her realize that all she'd done thus far had been simply get herself wrapped around me; there was still the actual having sex part for her to experience.
There was a look of eager anticipation on her face as she slowly lifted herself up, stopping only when the tight ring of her opening was clamped around me, just behind the glans of my penis. As she started to lower herself again, her eyes widened as she experienced being filled with hard cock in a single long motion. Once her ass was touching my legs again, it didn't take her but a moment to repeat her efforts; the second pass was accompanied by a soft moan from her. After that, she was in almost constant motion as she repeatedly impaled herself on me.
Some of her movements were slow and languorous; other times, she would delight in spending some time making smaller and faster motions that plainly aroused her. She went on to find out what it felt like when she moved on me at different angles, and in different ways – leaning back as she slid herself on and off my member, or holding her body steady as she tried just moving her hips and pelvis in different ways. All in all, it was a pleasant experience for BOTH of us.
By the time Gail was finished with her different "experiments", I could see that she was starting to get a little tired. Happy, but still tired.
Taking her into my arms again, I gave her a kiss before asking "It looks like you're getting tired. Think you'd be okay with letting me take care of things for a while?"
Panting slightly, she smiled at me and nodded before answering "Yeah, I'd like that."
Holding her with one arm, I was able to move forward and get my legs under me before gently setting her on the bed. She looked up at me in absolute trust, knowing that not only wasn't I going to do anything to hurt her, there was a damn good chance that I was going to make her feel even better than she had already. I lowered my head so the two of us could exchange several kisses before I started moving in her.
My first thrust into her was slow and stately, intended to make sure that she was okay with having me as the active one. The way she arched her pelvis up in welcome to my advance easily resolved that question. A few more cycles of gently pistoning in and out of her ensured that the two of us were sufficiently lubricated, and that she wasn't having any problems. After that, I simply kept going – slow and easy at first, then gradually increasing my efforts so that she'd have ample opportunity to let me know if I was doing more than she was comfortable with. To my surprise, I was eventually able to cycle myself in and out of her much as I would a full-grown woman… though I remained careful not to thrust myself into her too hard.
As I got into a comfortable rhythm of sliding myself through her tight opening, Gail not only spread her legs and brought her knees up to open herself to me as much as she could, she went on to try and wrap her legs around my waist. She failed in that last endeavor only because of her smaller size, and had to satisfy herself with locking her ankles behind my back.
Warm and wet and tight as she was, the addition of Gail's enthusiasm as she pressed herself up in response to each of my thrusts only added to the pleasure and excitement I felt. With her being so much shorter than I was, I couldn't lower my head to kiss her, or suck on her nipples the way I wanted to; I had to be satisfied with the sight of her squeezing her breasts, and softly pinching and pulling on her nipples as she gave voice to the pleasure that she was feeling.
Even though she said that she wouldn't mind if she didn't have an orgasm the first time, I still wanted to bring her as much pleasure as I could. The problem was that she was proving to be a lot more stimulating than I'd thought she'd be; I was starting to feel the first faint twinges that signified I was starting down the path of my own release much sooner than I wanted – and there didn't seem to be a damn thing I could do about it: when I tried to slow down a little bit, Gail started making little noises of frustration that I wasn't moving in her the way she wanted me to. In fact, if I tried to do anything that would put off my climax, it reduced her enjoyment of what we were doing. I finally had to reconcile myself to the fact that I was going to fill her with my cum before she had her first coital orgasm. Once I accepted that basic truth, I simply continued to piston myself in and out of her – not trying to put off my release, but not giving in to letting it happen any sooner than I had to, either.
As I got closer and closer, I was moving in her more and more quickly… and somehow managed to keep from entering her too hard in the process. Even when I knew my next thrust would be my last, I restrained myself to simply trying to see how much of my cock I could get into her.
Before the second wad of my cum could erupt from me, I heard Gail cry out. Her vagina got incredibly tight around me, then went through a kind of fluttering as it relaxed around me before clenching the length of my penis again. The sensation was enough to dramatically increase the intensity of my own release. Only afterwards did I realize that she'd had an orgasm, though only a small one (for her).
After I'd emptied myself in her, it was all I could do to hold my body over hers so that I didn't crush her with my weight. Letting my head hang down, I could hear her panting nearly as hard as I was. Due to her youth and resilience, she was the first of us to recover enough to move; the first thing she did was try to wrap her arms around me and shower as much of me as she could get to with kisses while thanking me and trying to tell me how good I'd made her feel. By the time I got my breath back, she'd mostly settled down again; I only had to tell her that she was welcome and that I was glad for her a half-dozen times or so before she released her hold on me and fell silent.