A virginity (2/3)

“Oh my... Clara...”

Clara was laying on the bed, dressed in what seemed a half assed wedding gown, with a small circlet on her head. The gown was transparent in all the right places. Clara displayed her stunning body to me, teasingly wriggling herself slowly.

“My white knight... Have you come to please me, celebrate my virginity with me?”

A roleplay then... Just in case... The white knight and a virgin princess, waiting to be kissed, I presume.

“I have come, my princess, to please you and to free you from this dungeon.”

In my head I was shaking my head at the audacity of my girlfriends. To prime me, to prepare me, to set up a roleplay, using all the elements they had at their disposal.

“Good, my white knight, I was getting a bit lonely in this dungeon. I am a princess waiting to become a woman. So I can claim my kingdom with the knight that pleased me.”

“For you, my princess, anything...”

“Come closer, please... Let me look at you.”

She climbed off the bed, stood right before me and looked me in the eyes, full of desire. Then she looked down, saw my bulge beneath the towel, swallowed hard and undid my towel.

“Oh my... Alex...”

She sunk to her knees, but before she could I grabbed her hips above her ass.

“No, Clara... This is your day, not mine...”

“But... I...”

“No, Clara. You are way too exquisite. I could come just by seeing you, having barely wrapped your beautiful soft lips around my cock, just thinking about it, makes me shiver.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, my innocent princess. Don’t worry, I’ll take the lead from here.”

“Thank you, Alex, for fulfilling my dream.”

“No, Clara, thank you for letting me.”

I placed my hands on her shoulders and slowly caressed downwards, taking the transparent veil with, thus slowly revealing her stunning naked body. Involuntarily I gasped at what I saw. So delicate, so soft, her beautiful small breasts, her nipples aroused, her flat stomach, her toned small ass, I felt it all and kneeled before her. Her naked small pussy, not a hair upon it, shaven bald, her love button almost completely tucked away behind her upper labia. Her slender legs, thighs and calves and ankles, small feet standing on the soft carpet.

“Oh my... Clara... You are...” I sighed.

On my knees I looked up, she looked into my eyes, and when she saw my amazement, she smiled brightly.

My hands caressed the sides of her gorgeous body, upwards while I stood slowly up. She shivered slightly. I took her chin, tilted it upwards and she closed her eyes, with her lips slightly open. I kissed her. Softly, lips between lips and for a long time we just stood there, frozen in time, in an almost eternal kiss.

Almost, because I broke the kiss and gently pushed her backwards onto the bed and gestured to crawl on her back further on the bed. While she did, I moved on top of her, my hands planted on the sheets, next to her body, on each side. Between her open legs I crawled on my knees further forwards at the same pace as Clara, careful not to touch her belly with my erection. Clara’s head reached the cushions on the head of the bed. She couldn’t crawl further back and seeing my hungry gaze she whispered:

“Now?”

“No, Clara... Oh no...” I replied gently.

“Not at all...” I added.

“Ow...” Disappointed almost. Relieved too.

“First, I need to make you ready...”

“Ooh...” She reacted in excitement.

I reached out with my hand at the head of the bed, grabbing the bottle I had placed there last night. With the bottle in one hand and another fisted hand I leaned above her, withdrawing slowly from above her head. I lowered my head and I kissed her again. She closed her eyes, expecting a drawn out kiss again, but her eyes mirrored surprise when I was only passing by with my lips. Small kisses I planted on her lower lip. On her chin. She tilted her head backwards, stretched her neck as if surrendering. I kissed her upper throat, lowered my kisses, to her sternum.

From there my pointed tongue touched her skin, releasing some saliva, leaving a trail of kisses between her breasts. Just below her breasts I swiveled, licking her skin, diagonally, upwards. She shivered in anticipation, knew where my tongue was heading for, and wasn’t disappointed at all. She arched her back in excitement, in the moment of lust, when I licked her one nipple, kissed, enveloped it gently between my wet lips, sucking it gently, then licking around it, in wider and wider circles. Wide enough to swivel again to the other breast, doing exactly the same. She moaned, shuddered, gripped the sheet in her fist while I continued to lick her, kissed her, sucked her nipple.

Quite sensitive I see...

I took the first nipple back in between my lips, sucked it gently first, but then sucked harder, all of a sudden, made her gasp all of a sudden, released, all of a sudden, after which she slumped down with her eyes closed, mouth closed, breathing heavily through her nose.

Interesting... Trying to resist...

I lowered my kisses, planted them more firmly, licking her navel, made her feel a tickle and let her release a giggle. But the course of my tongue was unmistakably. She tried to slow her breath while I poured the water-based lubricant upon her pubic area, abundantly, just above her slit. Patiently I waited to see it flow downwards. She shivered but not from the colder lube finding its way the easiest path down.

Gently I shoved an arm under her slender thigh, nudging her to bend her knees. I reached around her legs with both my arms, my hands reaching from above, sliding down, spreading the lube. Tenderly, softly my fingers touched her there, down below, caressing the visible part of her fast growing, protruding clit.

Aroused are we...?

She gasped when I caressed her clit, when I licked what was left of her outer labia. She groaned and moaned when I denied her more than just feather light caressing. She tried to lift her hips up, but was withheld with ease by my arms around her legs. She had experience in feeling a tongue upon her, but Emma would never have denied her needs. I, on the other hand, didn’t mind a bit of teasing and edging. On the contrary, I continued denying her, keeping my caresses as light as possible, my licking tongue just beside her slit, just under or above her clit, restraining her nubile body, way too delicate to resist me. She protested, she begged, whispered to go on, but I wasn’t swayed in the least.

“Please, Alex, please...”

I remained silent, applied more **** in my arms when needed, tilted my head when she violently tried to lift her hips, only to return the teasing when she slumped down again. Where she had resisted me before, she was now in total surrender, to a building arousal to come but be denied in her wishes. She could only breathe and let it happen. She panted, she groaned, she trembled, waiting for her release. Her slit was opening slightly, the outer labia retracted to make place for the inner labia.

There we are... Almost ready...

My tongue circled closer and closer around her clit. My thumb crept closer from above to below. She waited, trembling, shivering, but never expected me to withdraw once again.

“Nooo...”

She gasped loudly, bereft of breath, surprised completely when my open mouth engulfed her clit, sucking it violently, a full on **** with my tongue pressing deeply into her button. She came in that moment, couldn’t resist it, even if she had wanted. Convulsing, trembling, spasming, trying to lift her hips, but failed to do so. She barely squirted into my open mouth, it was easily swallowed when I continued to suck her, lick her, flick her button at irregular times. She kept coming, was kept in full arousal.

Now she really tried to resist, but failed miserably. Begging me once more to make it stop, confusing herself, in wanting me to continue or to halt my tongue. My tongue left her clit, but slid lower, pointed, between her moistened lips and up again with broadening tongue.

“Oh... Oh...”

Whenever upwards sliding, my tongue licked her clit fully, pressing it into her, leaving it again to go down, penetrating her with my tongue. She was wet by the arousal, lubricant and continued short bursts of little squirts. In trembling voice she squirmed and begged:

“Please... Alex... please stop... I can’t...”

I looked up slowly after one last lick upon her clit. She looked at, begging me with her eyes, her forehead sweating from her climax, still trembling from the shock of her unexpected intense orgasming.

“Okay,” I whispered gently: “But you’re not ready... yet.”

“Huh...?”

“I need to enter you without causing you too much discomfort...” I said tenderly, while I lubed up my own hand and above all my index and middle finger.

“Oh... Ow...”

“Relax, Clara, I’ll be gentle...”

I was gentle. I had clipped my fingernails extremely short for this and had polished them very smooth. I lubed her vagina even more, I wasn’t miserly with it at all. The more, the better, I thought. I placed the tip of my index finger at her perineum, even rubbed it slightly, sensitive as it was.

“Relax, Clara, relax. Breathe in, breathe out.”

Very slowly, extremely slowly, I entered her with the well lubed finger. It went easier in than I had expected, then again, she was still very aroused, which was the point of my whole tonguing. She was tight, but probably not as tight as she had been before we started. It went fully in, without bleeding her. I withdrew, poured more oil on it, and went in again, lubing all around, but keeping my finger straight at all times. More oil I poured on my finger, and again. Very gently, very softly, keeping the finger straight I applied just a tiny bit of pressure on her vaginal walls within, just after I said:

“Don’t be frightened, don’t startle, keep yourself as still as possible. I will apply a bit more pressure within you, rubbing you inside. It can sting a bit, be prepared. Okay, Clara?”

“Okay...” She whispered back and nodded.

Slowly, keeping the finger straight in her, just a millimeter of pressure perhaps, I caressed her inner walls. When she didn’t react at all, an extra millimeter of pressure, thus slowly extending my circling finger. When I felt the lube was entering her more, I poured extra on my finger, entered her again.

She was breathing through her nose, a bit raggedly.

“It could hurt in the end, but I will do it as slowly as possible...”

It took me half an hour to just make it to the width of a finger and a half. She was relaxed and didn’t feel any pain. My cock wasn’t long, nor very wide, perhaps just perfect for her first time.

“Please stay still, now. I’ll turn my finger upwards and rub your ventral wall, you’ll feel it...”

Her ventral wall was still engorged a bit, wet, and lubed, and I caressed ever so gently alongside it. She blew out her remaining air, when I withdrew my finger completely.

“Did you feel it?”

“Oh... yes... I did...”

“Good,” I smiled at her, with sparkling eyes.

“Clara, I will place now my two fingers upon each other, like this... and enter you. Are you ready?”

“Yes...”

I crossed my index and middle finger upon each other, lubed them again, lubed her again, and from the bottom of her slit I slowly entered her. Millimeter after millimeter, palm downwards, straight fingers. She had no pain, I had prepared her well. But it is better to prepare her more than what was needed. And I kept talking to her, telling her what I was about to do.

“Clara, I will now turn my wrist, my fingers will brush against your inner walls. Slowly at all times, I’ll keep turning my wrist.”

And so I did.

“Clara, now, while I am in you, I will very slowly turn and unclasp my fingers, keeping them together.”

The width of two fingers was enough, any wider and I would hurt her too much. My dick would still have to squeeze in her, but it would hurt her a lot less than it would have been if I hadn’t fingered her first.

I withdrew my fingers and said to her, gently as ever:

“Okay, Clara, you are ready now. I will sit myself with my back against the wall. I will lube myself.”

God, just looking at her, aroused, eager, willingly, her stunning beauty kept my erection stiff as ever. I was excited but she was too. When I lubed my cock, I almost came, but I kept my strokes slow and soft enough. I slumped my back and head against the cushions.

“Okay, Clara, I am ready, you are ready. Come sit on my lap, facing me and slide slowly alongside my penis with your vagina. Very slowly back and forwards. I’ll lube it up when I you do.”

Oh God, she was so beautiful. I could barely restrain myself to take her then myself. But it wasn’t the way it was supposed to happen, in her dreams and in my dreams of experiencing a virginity. She enjoyed herself, sliding along the length of my erection, grinding it. She started accelerating her breathing.

“When you feel ready, Clara, lift yourself up in squatting position, take the tip of my penis below the head and put it in you. Slowly, very slowly. It could hurt you, if it does, just wait with lowering down, okay?”

“Okay.” She whispered.

After some more slow grinding, gathering her courage perhaps, she decided her moment. She squatted on top of me, took it the way I had told her, held it against her perineum at first and slowly, agonizing slowly, she let me enter her.

“Oh...” We both sighed.

God, she was tight... Like she had tensed all her vaginal muscles at once.

“Relax, Clara, get used to it. Slowly, when you are ready for it, slowly lower yourself a bit more and hold still again.”

So fucking tight...

I felt my dick squeezed hard all around. But the lube had done its work. No resistance at all, she had no pain at all.

“Oooh...” She softly cried out.

“Good, Clara, good...” But I was in agony. Like two hands gripping my cock hard, ever so slowly going lower. She had closed her eyes, to feel it all.

“Take it all, Clara, when you’re ready...”

Fuck... What an agony... And this is just the start...

“When you have taken it all, slowly sit on your knees, feel it inside you, concentrate on that feeling, touching you all around, in you.”

“Oooh...” She sighed heavily when she took it all, lowering herself, sitting on her knees.

“Don’t rise, Clara, this is your first time, don’t rise up and down.”

“Just feel it in you, and when you’re ready, very slowly tilt your hips back and forth, you’ll feel it.”

I had prepared her well, let her feel the effect of caressing and rubbing her own g-spot at the ventral wall. She understood very quickly why I had done that. She tilted her hips slowly back and forth, in minimal movements at first, slow as ever, then tilted her hips more to rub herself, inside herself, at the same pace at before.

“Choose your own rhythm, Clara, just don’t hurt yourself.”

Agonizing slow... a torturous grip, however soft and lubed her sheath was, I felt it. It was pure edging of myself. Aroused heavily by the experience, but I had to clench my jaws, restrain myself not to take over. Only a little increase of the pace and Clara had found her rhythm, tilting her hips back and forth.

Fuck... How long will this take?

Her arousal was high, she was breathing faster, but she restrained herself to come too soon.

Fuck...

I taught her too much. I had edged her at the start, let her experience an orgasm so intense she probably never had like before, she was restraining herself now to have it again. And I couldn’t speed it up. I was gripping the sheets myself now, in tightened fists, breathing fast, trying to control myself.

I couldn’t do anything. Or could I?

My hands gripped her pelvis, but I didn’t restrain her movements. She misunderstood my intention and bent herself forwards until her hands came upon my shoulders. She mistook my clenching jaws for pure joy, trying to resist her. She kept tilting her hips, just a tiny bit faster.

Fuck... Nubile as she was, she could easily tilt her hips forwards and backwards just as before. Her breathing went faster, panting now, gasping now, trying to control herself just a bit longer, squirming herself upon my cock. Trying to delay the inevitable.

And failing in it... Finally she came, squirting, clenching my cock even more, hearing my gasp and mistook it for my climax, she smiled brightly at me. Drops of sweat upon her forehead loosed themselves and dripped on my chest, while she continued her movements, prolonging her own feeling of her intense orgasm. It went on and on, until she finally stopped and let her orgasm subside by gently falling over upon me, kissing me on my lips. I was still in her, still stiff, fully erect. She felt it, she was surprised and overjoyed.

She straightened herself back up and...

Oh no... not again...

“Yes... yes...” she cried now. Louder than before.

As slow as before. Even slower than before. Tilting her hips further back and forwards. Leaning back now, to feel it inside, rubbing her there, harder...

“Yes... Alex... yes... Oh, thank you... Alex... Thank you...!”

She paused her movements in between, to delay another climax. Moving again. Pausing when I thought I would finally cum, her eyes closed, not noticing my squirming, my ass clenching. Moving again. Slower as before even. Then pausing, then moving again, faster and then slower again...

It was pure ****... And I couldn’t tell her... I couldn’t ruin this for her...

She came again, in the loudest gasp, but luckily for me, purely exhausted this time.

Thank god...

She slumped down, fell forwards, brought over to the other side of slumber, slid of my hard member...

“Oh god, Alex, still hard...?”

“You’re so beautiful, Clara, how could I not be...”

“But I can’t anymore, Alex, I just can’t...”

“Easy, Clara, easy... You have to rest now... I’ll lay next to you for a while, calming you down...”

I was in pain... pure pain... I had never felt this before... and my cock remained stiff as ever, rock hard.

Fuck... this hurts... But don’t show it, don’t tell it, wait for her to fall asleep... nice and easy... keep smiling, Alex, yes... good...

I wrapped her into all the blankets. Sure, it was an unspoken etiquette to sleep next to her, but the pain was just killing me. Finally her breathing became calm, deep and silent. She fell asleep. Just to be sure I embraced her for a minute, until I withdrew.

It hurts, it... fucking... hurts... so... fucking... much!

I wrapped the towel around me and I tiptoed out of the room.