"No, it's not. It's six inches long and just about average in diameter."
"I can't believe it. When I stick a finger up my slit, it feels so tight. How will you ever get all of this great cock into me?"
"The vagina is a magic thing, darling. It had the ability to stretch a great deal and to welcome very big invaders, if they're gentle as my cock is going to be."
"Oh yes, Derek, yes. That's why I chose you. You are a strong man, but you're so gentle. May I kiss the magnificent cock that is going to relieve me of my virginity."
"That would be my pleasure, darling," Derek told her and he unfastened the sash and allowed his robe to fall wide open.
Still holding the shaft gently, Bette licked her lips as her mouth approached the magic wand, then she kissed lovingly, her lips slightly parted, her exhaled breath warm and moist.
"Mmmm… mmmmm," her sounds added to his delight as Bette covered the head with kisses, then kissed her way down a long, hard shaft until she was nuzzling in his pubic hair.
She recalled stories she had heard about unpleasant odor and taste, but there was nothing at all unpleasant. Her man smelled and tasted clean. Her lips kissed their way up to the head again and this time her mouth opened wide, she lowered her face and then the head was completely in her mouth and as she sucked on it, she made a thrilling humming sound.
"I love this, darling, but you'd better stop," Derek told her, "or you'll take my first charge in your mouth instead of in your sweet little cunt."
"Will you let me do that later? I mean take all your semen right in my mouth?"
"What a joy that will be, dear," he assured her. "I love having my cock sucked under any circumstances, but to have it sucked by so beautiful an angel will be a whole new delight."
Derek helped her to her feet and as they embraced and kissed again, she felt the naked penis throbbing its silent message of desire.
When the kiss ended, Derek released her, stepped back and casually took his robe off.
"You're a beautiful nude," she observed.
"Thank you, darling. I don't have the body of a football player by any means."
"If you had, I wouldn't be here. I think you have the body of an artist, a lover," she told him as her hands rubbed his chest and shoulders, then worked gently down until they met at the base of his upstanding penis.
"Mmmm, I really like the way you handle your lover, angel," Derek said, his smile underlining his words.
"I'm glad. You're ready to make love now, aren't you?"
"'very."
"Would it hurt you in any way to wait a little while before we do?"
"Not at all. You're much too beautiful to be rushed into. Are you a bit nervous after all?"
"Oh no, just good nervous, excited, tingly. I'd like to delay it because I'm enjoying the anticipation. Does that make any sense to you?"
"It makes a lot of sense to me, darling. God, what an unusual virgin you are. You're the high point of my forty-two years of living. This is a night I'll never forget, no matter how long I love."
"I don't think I'll ever forget it either. It wouldn't spoil anything if we had a drink, would it?"
"Of course not. One or two drinks will contribute to our mood. More than that is bad for lovemaking. What can I get you from my well stocked bar. How does chilled champagne sound?"
"Perfect. We can drink a toast to the removal of my cherry."
"I'd offer to drink it from your slipper, angel," he told her as he got the bottle from the cooler behind the bar, "but I see that your slippers are toeless and heelless. Besides, booze ruins shoes, makes them wet and soggy."
"I like you, Derek. You're a practical romantic," she told him as they laughed together, then the cork popped with a rush of gas and bounced off the ceiling.
While Derek poured two glasses, Bette retrieved it and put it in the little bag she carried.
"A souvenir?" Derek asked.
"Yes, but a special kind of souvenir," she told him as she took it out of the bag and showed it to him. "You see? It's rather like a miniature penis. There will be times when I'm alone and remembering this night. I'll part the lips of my cunt and use this rounded head to rub my clit while I think of you and of tonight. I'll have wonderful champagne that comes with lots of bubbles."
"What an amazing woman you are, Bette," Derek told her as he handed her a glass. "In the course of your lifetime, you're going to make the world a better place."
"I expect to, Derek, but not as Pollyana or Mary Poppins. Shall we drink to my defloration?"
"To the loving removal of a cherry from an angel," Derek said, raising his glass, their glasses touched and they drank their toast, neither aware of the incongruity of a naked, obviously aroused man and a fully clothed, beautiful young woman.
Guiding Bette to a comfortable chair, Derek seated her, then raised the hem of her dress above the tops of dark brown nylons which caressed her lovely white thighs. After that, he sat opposite her, smiling.
"I hope you like what you see," she told him as she looked down at her thighs and felt thankful that they were so beautiful, so smooth and firm and white.
"The beauty of your thighs is far more intoxicating than the champagne, my darling. "I'm delighted that you aren't wearing bloody pantyhose."
"I'm glad I pleased you. What do you have against pantyhose?"
"They're an abomination on every count. They deprive a woman of her natural beauty, of the contrast between sheer nylons and luscious thighs. They're madly impractical for lovers and beyond that, they're going to lead to a generation of women with terminal crotch rot."
"You're too much, Derek," Bette said when she stopped laughing, having spilled only a little champagne on her dress. "You're beautifully too much. You talk about being lucky, but I think I'm the lucky one. No, wait a minute, luck had nothing to do with it. I selected the perfect man for a very important job. Does that sound cold?"
"Not at all. Already, you've discovered what a lot of people never learn, that we make our own luck. At the risk of sounding immodest, which I am, you chose a very good lover and as a result, your first fuck, despite the pain of a ruptured hymen, will be a thing of joy. The pleasure will transcend the pain. God, I sound scholarly."
"You're all things, Derek, including scholar and lover and clown and bartender. Oh God, my cunt is just tingling with desire. Can it ever be as exciting as the first time?"
"With the right partner, it can get better every time, darling," Derek told her as he came to sit beside her, then his right hand caressed a firm thigh through a nylon top as she sighed, then she sighed again as the hand moved higher, gently making love to a silken thigh.
"That feels so good, Derek. Please keep touching me as we talk. You're so strong, so much a man and yet you're as gentle as a woman."
"Have you made love with a woman, Bette?"
"Not yet, but I'm going to so I can find out what it's like. That doesn't shock you, does it?"
"Of course not. I sometimes make love with men, though in a rather one sided way, I must confess," he told her as his hand moved higher up her thigh, raising the hem of her dress so that he caught a glimpse of the virginal white panties which caressed her delectable bottom. "What do you mean, one sided?"
"I like to have a gentle young man suck my cock, make love to my body with his hands, caress my balls and all that. If he has a nice, smooth, hairless bum, I like to work my cock up his asshole and fuck him. I'm very selfish though in that I won't suck cocks or take cock up the ass. If my partner likes to have his cock jerked off, I'll do that for him."
"Do you find partners who are satisfied with that?"