When I shifted my body a bit and got the head of my erection touching the entrance to her vagina, I saw her get a bit apprehensive. Knowing what the problem was, I gently told her "Saleh, I want to make love with you. I don't want to only feel my own pleasure, and I'm not going to do anything that would hurt you or make you unhappy. I won't take what you will not give to me. Nothing will happen between us that you don't want to happen. Okay?"
Between the words I'd spoken, and the way that I waited patiently for her answer, she seemed to get the reassurance that she needed. I saw her visibly relax before spreading her legs to open herself to me a little more. There was trust and confidence in her voice when she answered "Yes, Jim, I understand. You've shown me that you are patient and gentle, and that I can trust you. Please, accept what I give you of myself."
Reaching between us, I took hold of my erect penis; moving the head of it across her opening a few times, I was able to wet it with enough of her oils to let us begin. When I positioned myself at her opening, I softly pressed against her to hold myself in place. Looking into her eyes, I could see that she was a willing partner in what was about to happen.
Still, when I began to press myself into her, I felt her tense up. I immediately eased up, and waited to see what would happen. She quickly relaxed, and I tried again – though a bit slower and easier. When she started to get tense again, I stopped what I was doing (though without backing off) and waited. It was then that she really believed that I truly wasn't going to do anything to hurt her or make her unhappy. She readily relaxed, and indicated to me that she was ready for me to try again. I did, and felt it as she deliberately relaxed so she could give herself to me.
Holding her eyes, I patiently and carefully increased the pressure so she would know that if she had any problems of any kind, I was ready to stop. Simply knowing that seemed to be enough for her, and my progress into her was steady, if still a bit slow – and ultimately successful. When the head of my cock finally slipped past the tight ring of her entrance, she gasped slightly even as I stopped and held myself still in her. She closed her eyes, and several moments went by before she opened them again and arched herself up toward me in encouragement for me to continue.
Lowering my head, I softly kissed her lips before raising myself back up and gently easing my hips forward again. She was small inside; whether that was because her ex was hung like a gerbil (as I silently hoped), or because of how long it had been since he'd been with her last, I'd never know. What was certain, though, was that the tightness (and incredible heat!) of her felt great around me. Wet as she was, I was able to fill her with my manhood in a single long, slow thrust; even as I felt her opening clenching around the base of my cock, I could feel the end of it touching the deepest part of her. I again held myself still in her, giving her however much time she needed or wanted to not only get used to having me inside her, but become comfortable with it.
I waited patiently (as far as she could tell, anyway) for her to let me know if/when she wanted me to continue. As I held myself still over her, I could feel occasional twitches in her vagina which were quite sufficient to keep me erect.
To my surprise, it wasn't but a minute or so before she told me "I'm ready, Jim. Make love with me."
Even hearing that, I was still careful to start slowly and gently: easing my hips back so that I slowly withdrew from her until only about half my cock was in her, pausing for a moment, then just as slowly entering her again. As I refilled her, she closed her eyes and released a soft moan; at first, I thought she was in pain – but quickly realized that quite the opposite was true.
Over the next few minutes, I steadily increased the length and speed of my movements in her to the accompaniment of her moans of pleasure. By the time I'd settled into a steady motion in her, she was running her hands along my sides and her fingernails down my back as she held her pelvis tilted up and her legs parted in eager welcome to my actions. To my amazement, it wasn't but a few minutes more that she slid into another orgasm: as her fingernails dug into my back, I felt her vagina tighten around me and begin an incredible rippling that started just behind the opening of her womanhood and progressed inward from there.
As wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body, the feeling of her vagina around my cock got to me more and more; it took everything I could manage not to empty myself into her before her climax began to taper off – and even then, if she'd gone on for another ten seconds, I might have done it anyway. She simply felt THAT damn good!
However it happened – sheer willpower, mentally distracting myself, or the grace of the Great Pumpkin – I was able to keep making love with her after she had her first coital orgasm. Still tight, she was even wetter inside, and the aroma of her got even thicker in the air as the room was filled with the liquid sounds of our coupling and her sounds of pleasure and arousal.
It didn't take long for me to get back into the rhythm that I'd been in before. I didn't have the slightest doubt that her next climax would do me in; what I was hoping was that after I had a chance to recover, my natural male limitations would work to my benefit. That was assuming that after having experienced those few orgasms, she didn't decide that she'd had enough 'teaching', and wanted me to leave…
But that was for later. Of more immediate interest to me was what I was involved in right then: not only pistoning in and out of her, but lowering my head so that I could nibble on her earlobes and kiss her shoulders and suck and gently 'chew' on her erect nipples.
Sadly, I didn't get to do those things as much as I'd have liked: it didn't take as long as I would have wanted before she was approaching her release again. For the life of me, I couldn't understand how or why her ex-husband had failed to bring out the passion and desire that she was so capable of; if he'd given her the care and attention that she deserved, both of them would have been a whole lot happier. But his loss was my gain, so to speak, and I was having a great time taking advantage of his shortcomings…
As Saleh got closer and closer to her climax, I simply tried to make the best of the situation by doing what I could to make our respective experiences as powerful as I could – not that I doubted I was going to enjoy it!
Although it was a bit awkward for me, I kept my mouth busy on her breasts as I continued my thrusts into Saleh's channel. Judging from the noises she made, she seemed to particularly enjoy it when I suck and 'chewed' on them at the same time. I'd taken a brief respite from doing that by nibbling on one of her ears, and had just started in on one of her nipples again when she fell into an orgasm that I could tell was stronger than either of the other two: she all but froze underneath me for a few moments before her body essentially convulsed with the first wave of her release.
After that first awesome spasm passed through her, the rest of them were relatively tame – but the operative word there is relatively: there couldn't have been any doubt in anyones mind that she was experiencing a powerful sexual release. I managed to make several more strokes into her before finally giving myself over to the fluttering of her vagina; pressing myself into her as far as I could manage, I felt the first jet of my cum erupt from the end of my cock. That was followed a moment later by the sensation of her fingernails digging into (but thankfully not scratching!) my back as she tried to press her pelvis up against mine.
I continued to pour myself into her in powerful spurts, in counterpoint to the waves of pleasure that coursed through her body and the feelings her womanhood created around my penis.
My age and gender were the deciding factors in which of us reached the end of our release first: she was continuing to have occasional 'aftershocks' when I reached the point of being able to get myself together enough to lower my body over hers. Supporting myself on my elbows, I used my body as a kind of living blanket for her as I began softly kissing her face and neck and shoulders. I felt her begin to relax under me after a bit, and her hands went from pressing against my back to slowly caressing my sides. Shortly after that, she raised her head to give me a deep and heartfelt kiss before looking up at me and saying "That was so wonderful! I never thought that having a man inside me could feel that good! When you used your mouth… it felt good, and the pleasure was amazing. I was still a little bit nervous about the other part – but when you were so gentle, and showed me that you were willing to wait until I was ready, I knew that you could make it feel good for me. I couldn't imagine that it would be like that, though! And to have it happen twice!"