Part 2B

With the knowledge that what she was doing felt good to me, she gradually got more and more enthusiastic and active about what she was doing to me. At first, all she did was take as much of me between her lips as she could and caress me with her tongue; but it didn't take her long to start actually moving her lips up and down the length of me, and start actually sucking on me slightly. On her own, she discovered that leaving a film of her saliva on my erection made things easier for her (and better for me). In short order, she had me completely hard, savoring the way she used her mouth to excite and arouse me. As I felt myself getting close to my climax, she felt my balls tighten up in her hand. She released me just long enough to say "When you're ready to shoot, just let me know, okay?" - and accepted my gasped "oh, yeah!" before returning to her self-appointed task.

Finally, I could stand the pleasure of it any longer, and managed to exclaim "Diane! It's gonna happen!".

Even as I felt the first was of my jism leaving my balls, she pulled her head back so that only the end of my penis was between her lips; and as she felt it twitch, she sucked on me, as though that were the only way she was going to get the male nectar she wanted.

She continued to cup my balls in her hand as she sucked on me, even while I was filling her mouth with wad after wad of my hot semen - forcing her to swallow once when it started to force its way out of her mouth.

When she felt my twitches and spasms slow and soften, she swallowed the rest of my cum before using her tongue to make sure the head of my penis was well and truly cleaned of any residue. That done, she licked her lips to clean them, as well. She took my hand, and guided me to a sitting position on the tarp before turning to open the small bag she'd brought along. Inside, I found, she'd put a couple bottles of soda, still cold, judging from the condensation on them. Opening one, she handed it to me, then opened the other for herself. After we'd each taken a swallow, she leaned forward to kiss me on the lips, saying "I heard from some of the other girls in school that guys don't like to kiss them after they, uh, do what I just did."

"I appreciate the gesture, but it really wasn't necessary in MY case." I told her, putting my hand behind her neck and gently pulling her toward me for another kiss - one that ended only after I'd slid my tongue between her lips.

Satisfied that I wasn't grossed out by the idea of kissing her after she'd used her mouth on me, she gave me a shy grin. A moment later, she slowly and carefully moved to sit cross-legged in front of me. A quick scan revealed that she'd done it deliberately - leaving her pubes exposed to me, knowing that I would look at her, and finding the idea exciting. A further scan let me know that she was hoping that I'd do the same, because she wanted a little time to look at ME, in return: aside from our recent adventure at the stock tank, she felt that she really didn't know what a guy looked like.

Casually, I moved to follow her example, then started talking with her, as though there were nothing the slightest bit unusual about the situation. I thought that taking a casual approach to the whole thing would help her relax; after a couple minutes, I could see the tension in her start lessening. Still, I kept scanning her, and trying to guide her toward reducing her nervousness. After a while, one of my scans of her revealed that she was fairly fascinated by my penis - and that she was torn between a desire to be able to touch and examine it, and being afraid that I would say or do something to embarrass her if she said anything about it.

Attractive as she was sitting there across from me, I found myself wanting to get into her more and more, and finally figured that letting her check me out the way she wanted to would do wonders toward making it happen. I finally spoke up, asking her "Diane, we've only seen each other a little bit, between the water tank and here. How about if we take a little time to do that now?"

She looked surprised, but quickly nodded her head in agreement, saying "I, uh, know what you feel like, a little bit, but I'm really curious to see more, and really find out, you know?"

I smiled my understanding, and suggested "Then how about if we lay down on our sides, facing each other, your head toward my feet and my head toward yours? Then we can BOTH look, and if you want, we can even touch."

She gave me another shy grin, and said "Yeah, I'd like that. I'm kind of embarrassed about you looking at me, but fair is fair. And, uh, touching is okay."

That said, she didn't hesitate to uncross her legs, and move to lie on her side. I mirrored her actions, so that in a few seconds, each of us was laying on our left side, facing each other. A little wiggling and adjustment, and each of us was facing the others pelvis. Diane reached out take my penis between two fingers, and I moved to put my left foot on the tarp, behind my leg, so that she had a clear view of - and ready access to - my penis. A moment later, she did the same, opening herself to my inspection.

What I found was a tuft of dark hair, somewhat short, that ran in a narrow strip from above her pubic bone to just past her opening, where it quickly faded away. Amidst her thatch, I could see the opening to her vagina, framed by a pair of thin lips, glistening with her wetness. I reached out to touch her bush, and found it to be incredibly thick, and soft. I'd found that some girls' pubic hair, though thick, was still sparse enough that I could see the skin underneath - something that simply wasn't going to happen with Diane; hers was simply too dark and dense. As an added benefit, its density and color made for a nice contrast with the pale pink of her inner lips, highlighting them, and the way they shined with her female oils. At the top of her cleft, I could see the nubbin of her clitoral hood - and close inspection showed that she was aroused enough that her clitoris itself was slightly visible, too.

Even as I felt Diane moving my penis and testicles around, I reached out for a tactile examination of HER intimate areas. She gasped slightly at my first contact, but didn't do anything to slow or impede my touch: if anything, her knees spread a bit wider, opening herself to me even more.

To avoid frightening her, my first touch had been on her mons, next to - but not touching - her opening or labia. But with the way her legs spread slightly, it didn't take me long to move my fingers. I slowly, softly drew my finger between her inner lips without pressing into her at all; my goal was to separate them more, and wet my finger with her fluids. I repeated my action, dipping ever so slightly further into her; then did it again, still deeper. The fourth time, I ever so slightly touched the muscles at her opening, and getting another gasp from her. I stopped to look at her, and she looked back before telling me "It's okay, Mike. It just felt good, is all" in reassurance.

Her cool hand and fingers were starting to have an effect on me, bringing me to semi-erectness; I scanned her quickly, and found that she was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and enjoyed the way I was touching HER. Satisfied that I wasn't going too quickly, and that what I was doing was having the desired effect, I went back to examining her womanhood again. Before long, I was easily caressing her labia, and running my finger between them to press slightly against the entrance to her vagina; her increasing arousal was evident from her ample secretions, and their heady aroma.

After only a few minutes, she had me nearly completely erect; and I'd aroused her to the point where I could easily see her clitoris under its hood at the top of her shiny, fully extended vaginal lips. At that point, I couldn't resist any longer, and leaned forward to do with my tongue what I'd only done with my finger up to that point: run it from bottom to top of her cleft, collecting her delicious nectar on my way toward caressing her clitoris with the end of my tongue. Her response was to moan in appreciation, and spread her legs even farther, giving me maximum access to her female essence.

It didn't take long before I was totally involved in sampling her delights: my tongue and lips were fully engaged in tasting and teasing any part of her womanly flower that I could reach, and even pressing my stiffened tongue into her opening to try and draw out as much of her oils as I could. In response, she went to work on my fully erect penis as though it were an ice-cream cone, licking and sucking on the head of it. I gradually reduced the focus of my ministrations until I was totally concentrated on her clitoris, trying to bring her to an orgasm before she got ME off again.

I made it - but just barely.

Even as I felt the first stirrings in my balls, her thighs clamped together on my head as she experienced the first wave of her release - and she released her hold on my erection as spasm after spasm passed through her, each one pushing a small wave of her oils onto my tongue even as the muscles of her opening clasped at it.

It must have been a full two minutes before the spasming and twitching in her body stopped, and she was able to open her eyes to look at me. Even gasping for breath as she was, I could see the pleasure and satisfaction in her face and eyes as I felt her thighs relax around my ears, freeing me to move up to lay next to her.

I took her into my arms, and she hugged me tightly as she buried her face in my shoulder. I could feel her warm breath on my skin as she panted her way back to coherence; only when her breathing had finally slowed did she raise herself up enough to give me a deep, passionate kiss on the lips before saying "Thank you, Mike! That was incredible! I've never had an orgasm like that."

I smiled at her, and said "I didn't do anything that you and Holly haven't done."

She blushed slightly, and said "Yeah, that's true - but with you, it was somehow... different. Maybe just because I know you're a guy, and that you're actually going to make love to me."

I looked into her eyes, and asked "You're still sure that you want me to do that to you, then?"

"Even more now, than before. If you can make me feel that good doing what Holly and I do, then doing what YOU do can only be better. Besides, you were slow and gentle and patient enough that I know you'll be careful with me. Yeah, I want it to be you, and now."

With that last part, she rolled over onto her back, pulling me onto my side in the process. Looking up at me, she said "Definitely you. And most definitely NOW" before raising her knees and spreading her legs in open invitation.

I lowered my head to kiss her again, and as our tongues dueled in each other's mouths, my hand rested on her belly - only to be moved by her until it rested on her breast, which she pressed into my hand. Cupping it, I brushed my thumb across her nipple, and heard her groan in desire as it erected to a small pebble. I softly squeezed her firm breast, as though milking it, before moving my hand to do the same things to the other.

As we continued to kiss, my hand went back and forth from one to the other of her breasts, caressing and squeezing them, playing with her nipples. After a bit, I let my hand slowly drift down the front of her, caressing her skin on my way toward her pelvis - giving her yet another chance, and more time, to change her mind. I wanted her, badly; but not badly enough to willingly do anything to rush or hurt her.

When my hand finally reached her mons, she spread her legs even farther, and tilted her pelvis up as further encouragement for me to do with her as I wished. And what I wished was to carefully and slowly slide my finger between her labia, wetting it, so that I could continue on to press the end of it against her opening. When she felt me do that, she raised herself even more, pressing the entrance to her vagina against it.

Firmly, but gently, I pressed against her, both of us feeling it as my finger eased it's way inside her in stages: in a little, then back out to make sure it was thoroughly wetted with her oils before pressing back in again. In only a minute or so, my finger was deep inside her again: much faster, and much easier than it had gone in the first time, to the surprise and delight of both of us.

For several minutes, I softly made love to her with my finger, ignoring my dick's demands to take its place; she'd trusted me to do right by her, and I was damn well going to. Only when she was gasping and panting, and hunching herself up to take my extended finger inside did I feel comfortable that she was ready for more.

As I slid my finger out of her for the last time, she reached over to take my erection in her hand, and say "This. Now it's time for THIS. Do it. Make love to me. Make me a woman!"

I got onto my hands and knees, and moved between her spread thighs, easing my knees back. As she watched, I lowered myself until the head of my erection was touching her. She reached down between us to take me into her hand. Holding me firmly, she slowly moved my penis between her labia, thoroughly wetting the head with her fluids, before positioning me at her entrance. Only then did she look into my face to ask "This is my last chance, isn't it? To say 'no', I mean?"

I shook my head, and told her "No. You can stop me any time up to the point where we actually break your hymen."

She looked deep into my eyes, and asked "You would, wouldn't you? Actually stop now, I mean. Or even after you were inside me a little ways. Wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

She looked at me with something akin to awe, and said "Well, you won't get the chance. I'm too hot, and too ready, to stop. Do it." - and tilting her pelvis up to press herself against me.

With her holding me in position, all I had to do was press myself forward - and I did, with a firm but gentle pressure. I could feel her trying to open herself up to me, even as I could feel my penis sliding into her ever so slowly. Finally, though, it happened: the head of my erection slipped past the ring of muscle of her opening. I heard her gasp even as her eyes opened wide, and I immediately stopped.

After a moment, she said "Thanks. For stopping a moment. Geez, I thought your finger was big, the other day! Just give me a minute to get used to it, okay?"

"Take whatever time you need. I'll be right here.", I teased.

She grinned in reply, then got kind of a far-off look on her face. After a few moments, I could feel her muscles around my erection - I could tell that she was trying to learn to control, or at least relax, them. It didn't take her long, and I wasn't surprised when she finally told me "Okay, I'm ready. Keep going."

I slid myself back and forth in her slightly, trying to get her lubrication spread around a little before I started pushing myself into her again. With the biggest part of me inside her, it went a little easier for a while - every so often, I'd stop, and then pull out a little bit, to make sure we BOTH stayed wet enough. Finally, though, further progress was blocked by a thin bit of tissue: her maidenhead.

Both of us, of course, knew what the impediment was. She looked up at me, and said "Now what? This much feels good, but I want MORE, dammit."

"I've only heard of a couple ways of doing this. First one is we just kind of bump against it to see if it'll fall apart. Second one is to just keep pushing against it until it breaks. Last one is for me to back up a little bit, and just ram right through it. Your call."