As I held myself over Charlene, I could feel something brushing ever so lightly against my lower belly; when I looked down between us, I saw that her erect clitoral shaft was faintly touching me. The sight of it just then almost threw me… until I remembered that it was her clit, and that its erectness was a blatant sign of just how aroused she was. Being able to see so clearly that she was that aroused and ready changed my outlook dramatically: rather than putting me off, I actually found it stimulating. By lowering myself a little, I was able to increase the contact against Charlenes clitoris; from there, it was a simple matter to begin making a variety of small movements that I knew would add to the pleasure she felt.
Even that small effort on my part earned me a number of soft moans and other pleased noises before Charlene told me "I… I think it would be okay if you wanted to, um, start moving, Billy. I'm feeling okay, now…"
After lowering my head and giving her a kiss, I slowly and carefully began to ease myself back out of her, so she'd have plenty of time and opportunity to let me know if she needed me to stop again.
Instead, her only response was to close her eyes as she lifted her hips slightly. My movement stopped when I again felt the ring of her opening tightly clenched just behind the head of my manhood. I paused for a moment, then started pressing myself back into her; she reacted by releasing a soft moan and softly saying "Oh, god, that feels so good!" and reaching up to put her arms around me.
When our pelvises were touching again, she opened her eyes and looked up at me as she said "Having you inside me, and feeling you moving — it feels even better than I dreamed it would. I really am okay now, so you don't have to go so slow or be so careful, okay?"
I didn't think that she was lying to me, or even exaggerating how she felt; rather, I was concerned that she might simply be feeling a bit more enthusiastic than she could actually handle: the slight touch of her shaft against my abdomen, and her incredible tightness, were all the reminder I needed that she was a hermaphrodite with a smaller-than-normal vagina. As much as I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't want her to think that I was babying her, either; I figured that the best thing I could do was to increase my efforts quickly enough to stave off any complaints while trusting her to let me know if I did need to slow down or stop.
And that's just what I did: each time I slid myself out and back into her, it was a little faster until I got into a rhythm that clearly pleased her as much as it did me while still being slow enough to let ME
enjoy my first sexual experience, too, without having to worry about cumming too soon. I knew I was getting it right when she brought her legs up so that she could wrap them around my waist.
As I continued to piston myself in and out of her, she gradually got comfortable enough with my presence in her to begin arching her hips up with each penetration. That accomplished a couple of things — first, it allowed me to slide into her enough that I could feel the end of my cock touching the deepest part of her despite the fact that I was about as close to average size as I could be. Second, lifting her hips the way she did caused the bottom of her clitoris to softly rub against my belly, greatly adding to the stimulation she was feeling. In turn, that only made her get even wetter and warmer inside, adding to my pleasure.
My previous experience with Charlene and Eva made it easier to keep some control over myself; that doesn't mean that it wasn't something of a struggle for me to not only keep from starting to fuck into her the way my cock wanted me to, or letting the pleasure I was feeling from having my cock buried in a pussy the first time overwhelm me. Even then, I couldn't prevent myself from slowly increasing the pace of my thrusts as Charlene moaned beneath me; fortunately for both of us, the pleasure she was feeling meant that her desires and arousal kept up with my own. I could feel myself reaching the point where wanting to cum changed to have to cum when Charlene began releasing a series of groans, and pressing herself up against me each time I refilled her womanhood.
Try as I might, I simply couldn't keep the added stimulation from affecting me; it couldn't have taken but a couple of minutes before I knew I was going to empty my seed into her.
I could only manage a few more strokes before I had to press myself into her as far as I could… just ahead of the first spray of my semen. Even as I was preparing to erupt in her again, I heard her cut off a small scream as she pulled herself so close to me that she lifted herself completely off the bed -
leaving me to support both of as her vagina began a rhythmic clenching that ran from the base of my cock to the tip. It was the first time I'd ever felt anything like that, and it resulted in the rest of my climax being far stronger than anything I'd experienced before then.
Even while the last few drops of my semen were being deposited in Charlene, I could feel her arms and legs begin to loosen; rather than just let her fall back onto my bed, it seemed like a good idea to lower both of us down so I could continue to keep my cock in her for as long as I could. I did just that, and in the process, happily discovered that both of us were covered with a fine sheen of perspiration that made the places where we were touching erotically slippery. I was enjoying the experience of using Charlenes nipples to draw designs on my chest when she opened her eyes and looked up without seeming to recognize who I was. After a couple of seconds of that, I lowered my head long enough to give her a kiss before asking "Are you okay?"
It took another second or two before her eyes focused on me; a couple more passed before she hoarsely answered "Yeah, I'm okay — I think. What you were doing… it kept feeling better and better… not just from the way you were rubbing my clit, but even inside me. There at the end, I knew that you were going to cum, and it was okay because of how good you've made me feel; but then when I felt you begin to squirt in me… all of a sudden it just… hit me that we'd actually been fucking, and that I'd made you feel that good, and I had an orgasm like I've never had before. It didn't feel like it was as strong as some you've given me, but it was somehow… deeper. I hoped that my first time with a guy would be nice, but I never expected anything like that!"
I couldn't help grinning at her enthusiasm as I told her "I'm glad it was good for you. I sure enjoyed it!"
She smiled back at me before answering "Oh, it was way better than just 'good'! And now you're being such a dear staying with me like this; I can feel you still inside me, and it feels really nice."
I kissed her again, and the two of us were content to stay like that for a couple of minutes until she quietly told me "Billy? I'm starting to feel kinda hot."
When I raised an eyebrow in question, she blushed slightly before explaining "I mean physically -
like I'm sweaty, and everything."
I had an idea, and asked "Do you need me to quit touching you, or just need to cool off?"
Somewhat perplexed, she answered "I just need to cool off a little, is all. Why?"
"Because if you want to, we can stay close like this, but so you don't feel so hot."
"How? Nevermind, let's just do it!", she replied, before blushing at her accidental double entendre.
Grinning again, I moved my legs outside of hers, then bundled her in my arms before carefully rolling the two of us over so that she was laying on top of me. She got a delighted expression on her face, then quickly got her legs repositioned outside of mine — leaving her straddling my hips with my semi-erect penis still firmly secured in her womanhood. Visibly pleased with the results, she smiled at me as she sat up and wriggled her pelvis a little closer to mine. I couldn't help but notice that the shaft supporting her clitoris was standing tall and angled slightly up. Charlene looked down at it, too, then at me. I simply told her "That just tells me what I already knew: that what we did made you feel good, too. I'm fine with it" before reaching up and cupping her breasts in my hands. She gave me a brief nod before putting her hands over mine and giving them a soft squeeze to let me know she wanted me to do more than just hold them. Ever the gentleman, I did as she wanted by gently squeezing and caressing them, and teasing her nipples for the next few minutes as the two of us got our breath and energy back.