Penetration (partial)

With her legs resting against your body like this, you step in closer to her, and the brush of your cock against her thighs sends goosebumps out across her body. You place your hands on her ass, again appreciating her immaculately toned and tight body. You slide your hands up around to her thighs, and with your thumbs grip and softly pull apart the skin just to each side of her pussy. You step in closer to her, bringing the tip of your cock to her threshold, and spreading her pussy open just far enough with your thumbs that your dry member will be able to enter her without undue friction. Anne shudders beneath your, and looking down at her face, you see her brow knit in anticipation and concern.

Her pussy is flush with fluid, and you lean into her, fully intending to enter her in a single slow stroke. She is tight, though, and you do not have more than the tip inserted before the tunnel collapses into a knot of muscle, and a brief flicker of pain plays across her face. You halt your forward progress, leaving your cock where it is, only and inch or two inside of her, giving her a second to open up. You press forward again, this time more softly, gaining perhaps half an inch inside her, slowing pulling apart the stuck muscles, but again see pain on Anne's face, this time quite clearly. She bites her lip and clamps her eyes shut, her face scrunching to hide its emotion. Not wanting to hurt her, you stop again. You know that she has a boyfriend, and you're reasonably certain they've had sex, but Anne's vagina is so constricting that you're not sure what to make of the situation.

You reason that if you want to get anywhere at all inside of her, she must loosen up. You hiss a sibilant "sssshhhhhhh" as you slowly release her pussy lips from your thumbs, and run your hands up and down her legs, massaging them. You slide your hands up her sides, rub her breasts a couple of times, then bring your hands trailing back across her stomach. You massage her legs again, running your hands up and down them, kneading the flesh softly as you go. Slowly, Anne's face relaxes, her skin moving out, her eyes remaining closed but no longer clenched tightly. Continuing to massage her legs, you pull your hips back slightly, perhaps only an inch, and then reassert your physical presence inside her. You watch her face carefully as you do so, and as soon as it tightens, and far before it begins to clench again in pain, you check your forward thrust, having pushed yourself perhaps only a half inch further in than before. Her pussy squeezes down on your tightly as you again massage her legs, her sides, and her stomach. The walls of her pussy surrounding your cock give way slowly, grudgingly accomodating your presence. Anne's breathing is slow, deep, and obviously very carefully measured.

Once her face again unstretches and her vagina around you feels almost penetrable, you again withdraw yourself, this time bringing your cock completely outside of her before pushing it back in, feeling it tingle as blood squeezed out by her minimal opening rushes back to its place. You grip her hips for leverage as you travel again inside her, and her carefully controlled breathing wavers slightly. You cock plunges into her at a glacial pace, like an ocean liner setting sail. You open up perhaps an additional inch inside her before the cavity tapers off into space still to narrow for your entry. Anne's breath as your enter her is an exhalation that begins slow and measured but begins to catch as you open new space inside her, and raggedly sputters to a stop as you come to rest in her. She does not inhale immediately, as if your cock has somehow taken up all the available room. With a look on her face that suggests she is commanding her breath through **** of will alone, Anne slowly draws in an even stream of air which whistles through her clenched teeth. She breathes it out, again, slowly and with purpose, but her concentrated efforts towards relaxation do nothing to unwind her vagina, which remains clamped around your half-inserted cock like a glove two sizes too small. The head of your cock especially is harshly caressed by this ****, and you can feel an orgasm rising in you, even though only half of your length is actually inside Anne. Your grip of her hips tightens involuntarily, and Anne opens her eyes in time to see your eyes roll back in ecstasy as a single loud grunt emerges from your chest, your insides pumping your seed through your motionless pelvis. Normally, it is the thrusting motion or the velvetly smoothness of the inside of a mouth that draws the cum out of you, but this time it is the firmness with which your cock is surrounded that elicits the release, the pressure forcing your cum to emerge in long, thin, forceful jets, instantly filling the constrained space of Anne's vagina, and slowly forcing its way back up and out around the side of your cock. With your body held motionless as it is, the orgasm plays itself in the contortions of your face.

As the flames inside you die down, you regain your blurred vision enough to see Anne looking up at you with hooded, happy eyes.