Hesitant, but receptive

Misty moved slowly, hesitantly. Until the previous morning, Misty had been a virgin. I had unknowingly changed that, not suspecting that she was so inexperienced while on a dating app. Dressed to head back to her farm and tend to her animals (she had found someone to care for them all weekend and until mid-morning Monday), Misty removed the almost-cliche denim overalls and the plain panties underneath. She stood before me in a white t-shirt that hugged her curves nicely. But as she stood there, I could see she was clearly conflicted. Each girl had been instructed to assume their favorite sex position with me, but with no experience to draw from, it seemed Misty didn't know what to do. I scooted to the side and nodded my head towards the empty couch, offering her some space. Misty sat down, then turned her body and reclined on the couch, putting her legs on my lap. The fingers of one hand continued to rub aimlessly around her folds. I started rubbing her calves and Misty sighed contentedly.

After a few minutes, I slipped out from under her and knelt on the floor beside her. I cautiously put my hand on her round belly and moved it across her body until she was in a half-embrace. My other hand gently rested on her shoulder and I lowered my lips to hers. Misty's hands were trembling.

When our lips touched, she moaned softly and reciprocated. Eyes closed, Misty relaxed more and more as we made out. I fought the urge to run my hands along the curves exposed to me. I could feel against my arm the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. I could hear the slick, wet sounds of her sex as her fingers continued their assigned task. I could smell the honest scent of her skin, fresh from the shower, unadorned by any perfumes. Misty was simple and pure and beautiful. She would always, only, ever be mine.

I moaned as her hands moved up my naked back, moving upwards until her fingers rand through my short hair. I guess it was inevitable that I would be left with at least one girl's scent in my hair this morning.

As the passion in our kissing increased, I carefully rose from the floor and put my knee on the couch between Misty's legs. Bringing the other knee next to the first one, I worked myself into position, ending up suspended over Misty with my cock resting on her mound. IN the absence of a preference from Misty, we would go with my favorite.

Her orange bush tickled me and I almost pulled away. Misty broke our kiss and moved a trembling hand in between us. She tentatively touched my rod with her fingertips, then took hold of it gingerly. With slow but steady movement, she pointed me down towards her entrance. Rubbing my tip up and down along her lips, she collected some moisture on the point that would spear her. Then she took a deep breath and wedged me into her entrance.

With my shaft securely in place, Misty put her hands on my chest and braced herself for my entry. I moved as slowly as I could. In the passion of our first time the morning before, and in my ignorance of her virginity, I hadn't taken the time to appreciate the feel of a newly broken womb. This morning, I stopped to smell the roses. Every inch gained was a time to pause and feel her entrance clamping down on me. Every movement forward was a time to note the strain and determination in her face. Only once did she cry out in pain and push at my chest to signal me to wait, but at that point I was only a half inch away from filling her. I finished my journey to her core and stopped.

Misty was breathing rapidly, her jaw tense. I held still and paid attention to her breasts. Even lying on her back, Misty's breasts were full and round on her chest. My fingers went under her bra and teased at her thick nipples.

“What do we need to do to get you to cum?” I at last asked her, softly.

Instead of speaking, Misty put her fingers at the spot of our union. Feeling all around, her eyebrows raised in wonder. Once her fingers returned to her clit, she began rubbing around. I held still, my cock in no danger of softening. I felt the heat grow in her pussy. Her hips began small motions of thrusting. Her whines increased in pitch and frequency, and I knew we were heading in the right direction.

“Move?” she requested. I pulled back very slowly, leaving only the head of my cock inside her. I pushed back in a little faster and wiggled my hips in big circles once I was pressed against her again. Repeating that process, I held her wide hips in my hands for leverage.

“Are you going to do it?” she grunted during one forward thrust.

“Do what?” I asked.

“Finish inside me,” she whispered.

“You want me to?”

“Of course,” she answered. “That's the most important part.”

“I'm about to fill you,” I promised her. “But what about you? Are you close?”

Misty nodded quickly. I took it to mean she was waiting for me to fill her, part of her naive view of sex as primarily a romantic act of procreation. Apparently the persona I had assigned her hit fairly close to the mark. This was the real Misty, and she likewise expected me to fill her unprotected womb with my fertile seed.

Misty was so tight it felt like when any other woman bears down and squeezes with her pussy. I only needed a few more thrusts before I was announcing with a grunt, “Now, baby. Now!” Hilted all the way inside her, I held myself deep inside until the pulsing began. A few half thrusts kept my release going and I was joined by Misty, whose eyes fluttered open and fixed on mine as I filled her. She looked at me in awe and affection, reaching down to grip my hips and pull me towards her. “Nothing,” she exhaled, telling me what she used to keep my seed from taking root in her. “Nothing at all.” I felt each pulse fully as I was being squeezed by Misty's snug walls. Misty came softly, twitching and curling forward while giggling her satisfaction. Once we were finished, she let me kiss her again as I softened inside her.

After a minute of enjoying the afterglow, I pulled my dripping member out of her, evoking a curious “oohhHHH!” from Misty at the sensation of being emptied. Reaching over for a wipe, I handed it to her and she dabbed around at the mess we had made. Once she was satisfied that she had done enough, she put her panties and overalls back on and hobbled towards the door. I knew I would be seeing her again, not only for the thrill of working towards a pregnancy as her only lover ever, but also because her property, combined with Rayanne's funds, might be a wonderful part of my long-term plans for these women.

Group 2 was finished