In this chapter: they do this

Roy had only one possible response to her query. "Yeah. Let's do this."

She smiled at him, and pushed him up into a sitting position. "I had this... idea... of what I'd do my first time," she told him, her voice still breathy. She stood up in front of him, and unbuttoned her jeans, blushing brightly. She pulled them down, revealing a cute set of little black panties, along with her toned legs. Roy took a moment to take in the sight as she awkwardly stepped out of her crumpled pants and pulled her socks off. He stared longingly at her taught, toned stomach, her thick thighs, the way her curves came in at the middle only to flare out dramatically for her bottom; it was something to behold. It became even more of a something when she pulled her crop top off over her head; for the first time, Roy saw her upper torso nude, and it was, in a word, beautiful. While she wasn't very freckled below the waist, she still had smatterings of color on her shoulders and near the top of her breasts. Her massive, pendulous breasts. There was no denying it now, those were all-natural, and the pink nubs of her aroused nipples contrasted wonderfully with her pale skin. They wobbled, in that way only breasts can wobble, as she finished undressing herself, finally pulling her panties down and revealing her glistening, pink sex. But above that, Roy was surprised to see a trimmed patch of dark lavender hair. Was she really naturally purple?

Before he could really question it, she reached down and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled them down to his ankles, taking his boxers with them, revealing his hardened state. He followed suit with her, and took off his T-shirt, tossing it behind the couch haphazardly. She took a moment to regard him, as he did her; he wasn't nearly as toned, but he was proud of his body. Not that she spent much time on his body; her eyes were practically glued to his cock. Roy didn't think it was all that impressive; he, like many men his age, had measured himself, and he knew it to be a solid (and slightly above average) six and a half inches long. What Roy didn't know was that he was rather unusually thick... and for certain women, that was certainly a distinction worth noting.

Roy coughed, getting her attention, and she looked up at his face, blushing even brighter. "So what was that idea you had?" he asked, ever the gentleman. In reality, Roy knew that when a woman pulled your pants off with that much enthusiasm, it was better to let her take control. He hadn't had many sexual partners, true, but he at least knew his way around.

She spent a moment thinking, before she moved forward on the couch and straddled Roy, placing his head at the same height as her tits. She reached down and held his cock at her entrance, and a tense moment of anticipation passed between the two.

"This," she said, and plunged herself onto his entirety in one swift motion.

Roy groaned, and so did Samantha, as neither were prepared for the sensations they experienced in that moment. When she dropped down, she also swung forward a bit, mashing Roy's face all up in her breasts; add that sensation with the surprising tightness of her depths, and Roy was nearly floored. He really appreciated how large her tall body was in that moment; it felt like his whole being was being smothered by her femininity. For Samantha's part, while she had seen how wide around Roy was, it was another to feel it all the way inside her. She was in no way prepared for how full it made her feel.

Roy, once he had his wits back, held her around her midsection. "Are you okay? It's your first time right?" he said, obviously worried.

"Yeah, it is. I'm fine," she answered, after she caught her breath. "It feels... incredible."

Her words got to Roy, in a way no woman's voice never had before. He just had to hear her reaction again. He pulled back, the little bit that he could, and **** himself back up into her, hilting himself again.

She gasped, and shuddered a little. "D-d-d-don't! I'll lead, okay!" she exclaimed, much to his amusement. "Just, give me a second."

"Sure, no prob," Roy responded faux-casually, but despite himself, he did as she asked.

Sure enough, half a minute later (though it felt like forever to Roy), she began moving herself up and down on his thickness. She gasped and moaned, and always quietly, but to Roy that simply turned him on even more. It's one thing to be balls deep in a screamer; it was another to watch as a woman barely kept a hold of herself as she bounced on your dick. In any case, Roy had plenty to take care of in the meanwhile; he took hold of her right breast, and took the other in his mouth. She moaned even more at that, so he kept himself going; rolling her nipple with his tongue, sucking on it occasionally, while tweaking the other with his hand.

They continued like that for some time, until her gasps and moans got closer and closer together, and Roy felt himself peaking. They never really picked up the pace past that comfortable slowness though, content to enjoy each other for as long as they could. At last, she grabbed onto him, holding him tight, nearly crushing him with her arms, at the same time her folds tightened, nearly crushing him below too. That last bit of stimulation proved to be too much, and as he groaned, he blasted everything he had deep inside her, savoring the moment for all it was worth.

She kept going for a bit, laughing a little, her body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Roy didn't need to ask what had happened, and to be honest, he was impressed with himself. Hell, he was impressed with her. That was a hell of a fucking orgasm, for both of them.