I pressed farther and farther between her labia, never halting, making sure that she was slick enough to take me without discomfort but at the same time not so slick yet that she didn’t feel every bit of my progress into her unexplored tunnel.
Sandy’s knees were bent and as I pushed toward our goal at the back of her vagina. She pulled them backward, bit by bit, as if it were my penis pushing them toward her shoulders as it traveled its route. The girl was essentially a virgin and I wanted to be very careful not to hurt her, or at this point to scare her. She was perhaps as fragile emotionally as she might be physically. She loved me, and that would overcome a great deal of fear or discomfort, but I wanted to make sure and be as tender with her as I could. She had told me to pounce on her and make her a woman, but that still called for restraint and tenderness.
As I pressed farther, Sandy bit her lip and tilted her head backward, but she was smiling and had a look of eagerness and thrill on her face, nonetheless. Suddenly, she grunted very quietly and began to vibrate slightly, her body twitching with tiny movements in what I took to be pleasure. I was about three quarters of the way inside her now, about five and a half of my seven inches, and as she began these tiny convulsions, I pulled back very slowly about two inches to gather a little more lubrication along the length of my shaft. And then I pushed forward into her wetness once again. As I did, Sandy quivered a little more intensely and shook her head from side to side.
Sandy’s knees suddenly fell wide to the sides of her body and she went completely limp. At first, I thought that she had forced herself to relax, possibly to make it more comfortable for me to continue that last inch and a half, but I soon realized that wasn’t it at all. She had fainted.
I stayed where I was for a moment, propped on my elbows above her, too surprised to know what to do immediately. I needed to get up, but that isn’t easy to do when you are in the middle of making love, with your hardened penis inside a wonderful lover, even if something does suddenly cause her to fully relax beneath you. I was sure that she had just fainted. I didn’t know why exactly, but she was perfectly healthy, and her breathing was fine, so she wasn’t in need of emergency medical care, or so I assumed. Maybe I should have jumped up at that moment; I probably should have, but I hesitated just a little too long and then let my weight down on top of her limp body, letting my penis go all the way in to the root. Then I grunted very quietly in the littlest bit of frustration as I pulled myself up and out of the paradise between Sandy’s legs.
I rolled to my left and put my arm under her neck and cradled her as I whispered, “Sandy, Sweetie, are you OK?”
She stirred slightly in my arms and snuggled into my side and said very softly, “Oh Tom. That was wonderful. I had the best orgasm of my life. It was beautiful. And I knew that you loved me.”
She pulled me down to kiss her and I did, and then she said, “Tom, I actually saw stars when you came inside me.”
I looked down at her and she finally opened her eyes, smiling lusciously. As she looked into my eyes, she got a puzzled look on her face.
She said, “Um, I don’t exactly remember you having an orgasm. I know you did, but I sort of missed it.”
I said gently, “Sandy, you fainted.”
She smiled, “When you had your orgasm? Really? Oh Tom, can we make love again? Somehow? Just stay and love me more.”
I said, “Sandy, you fainted before I was even all the way inside you. We hadn’t even gotten started yet.”
She opened her eyes wider and exclaimed, “Really? No. You made love to me and I had at least three orgasms and then…well, then I don’t remember.”
I said, “Because you fainted. Sweetie, I don’t mean to complain, but I’m as hard as a post and um, I…”.
There may have been a slight desperation in my voice. I was revved up, and even though my lover had passed out and had a blissful experience, I wasn’t satisfied at all. We had been working toward a loving, but hopefully intense sexual release as we made love for the first time, and as far as my body was concerned, I hadn’t had mine.
Sandy frowned, and then she grinned and raised her head to look down at my crotch where I lay beside her. I repositioned myself to give her a better look at my stiff condition and she smiled even more as I pleaded with my eyes for another chance to finish what we had barely started.
Sandy said, “Oh Tom! That’s a beautiful piece of man there.”
She got a hungry look in her eyes once again and rolled over on top of me to straddle my knees. She took my penis in both of her tiny hands and stared at it while she stroked and explored the thing.
She kept stroking me as she said, “Tom, I liked it. I could go again if you want to so soon. If you aren’t done yet.”
What? Of course I wasn’t done yet. Was she even connecting with what was going on?
I did my best to hide my frustration and said sweetly, “Well, if you want to. I love you so much. Can I get on top again? It was really nice.”
She grinned and said, “It was really nice,” and she lay backward onto the soft vegetable mattress of our jungle suite.
She looked up at me from between her legs and didn’t wait long as I leaned over her and positioned myself at her entrance once again. Her little lips were open and glistening. She had told me that she had experienced at least three orgasms and the wetness showed. I felt the warm lubrication as I touched her opening and let myself enter her. I didn’t go as slowly as the first time, but I was gentle as I plumbed her tightness with my pole.
Sandy reacted very much like she had the first time, moaning softly and arching her back as she started to quiver beneath me. I was fully inside her now and pressed my pelvis against hers and then pulled back just halfway for another stroke. I pushed in faster than before, and Sandy cried out in another orgasm. And damn it, she passed out again!
Her reaction didn’t calm me down at all though. In fact, I was about ready to burst. All we had done was insert me, but my brain was worked up and I was ready to explode. I didn’t want to do it while she wasn’t even present, though. She had said that she had never had an ejaculation inside her vagina, and she wanted me to be her first, and I couldn’t really do what she wanted if she didn’t get to experience it.
I raised up and looked at her and growled, “Sandy, wake up!”
Sandy stretched her body as if waking up from sleep and said, “Oh Tom, that was sweet. Oh, you’re still inside me. How lovely.”
I said quickly, “Sandy, you fainted again! Sweetie, can you try to stay awake for a few minutes? What’s going on? It doesn’t really build up my confidence that you can’t stay awake while we make love. I’m pretty sure that you will enjoy it more if you are awake for it.”
Sandy looked surprised and said, “Tommy, what are you talking about? Of course I’m awake. It was wonderful. I must have climaxed at least three times.”
I grabbed the girl’s wrists and held them on the ground above her head and said, “Sandy, stay awake,” and I took a full stroke out and back.
Her eyes went wide and began to flutter but I squeezed her wrists and said, “Lover, stay with me! Um, tell me what you are feeling,” and I began stroking in and out at a moderate pace.
Sandy’s eyes rolled back in her head, but she managed to babble, “Oh…oh wa…Ta…Tommy! Oh oh oh oh!”
I said, “Stay with me Babe! What is it like?”
She gasped, “So big. Full. Real. Really fucking. Really penis. Cock pussy. Fucking good fucking pussy cock. Husband love. Wife pussy. Oh oh oh oh Tommy!”
I think that she was orgasming almost continuously as she tried to say anything that came to her mind and I didn’t blame her for the lack of coherency.
I said softly, “Here I come Sweetie” and I let go with my own orgasm, pushed in to the hilt and spraying my lover’s depths with my semen and sperm.
Sandy’s eyes shot open and she exclaimed, “Did you just climax inside me?”
I stammered, “Um, yeah, didn’t you want me to?”
She exclaimed, “Of course I wanted you to! I just didn’t know that it would really happen. Oh Tom, keep going. Fuck me. Oh fuck me beloved. Fuck me harder!”
I was still stiff, and I wasn’t sure if I would lose my hardness or not. Even though I had just ejaculated, I wasn’t feeling finished at all. She felt good and I was aroused again, and I did what she asked. I began thrusting faster and somewhat harder, still not wanting to hurt her or make her uncomfortable at all.
This time, Sandy seemed to be with me and connecting to making love. She held me tight and pulled her legs high and wide as I ground myself into her sex mound.
She breathed hard and gasped, “Oh Tom, that’s good. Uh, oh yeah. Tom, for Pete’s sake, yes! Oh, I’m coming again! Uh uh uh uh ya!”
I kept going. Not too hard, but hard enough. And Sandy kept panting and writhing. The pace of her orgasms was now only one every minute or so instead of what had seemed like a climax on every stroke. I on the other hand wasn’t likely to climax again for some time. I was rigid, and it did feel good, but it was going to take time. I was fine with that. In fact, I was fine not climaxing at all this time around. What I wanted was for Sandy to actually make love with me, not just come sexually and then immediately lose consciousness.
I slowed my pace and said, “Sweetie, I want you to get on top. I’m going to pull out for just a second and then you roll over and get on top. OK?”
Sandy moaned something unintelligible and I wasn’t sure that she fully understood or quite agreed, but I pulled out of her and lay on my back beside her. She groaned in protest, but I pulled her toward me, and she rolled on top and quickly found my penis and pushed it back into her pussy. She tried to lay down on top of me, but I pushed her shoulders upward and got her into a more or less seated position straddling my pelvis.
I said, “Sweetie, Sandy, listen to me Sweetie, listen. I want you to sit up and ride me gently. I want you to sit up. Come on. Sandy, hold yourself up and sit on my penis. Good girl. Now, slow down for a minute. I want you to take some time and see what feels good to you. I want you to show me what you enjoy most.”
Sandy just rocked herself randomly on top of me and grunted over and over. This wasn’t what I was looking for. I wanted her to connect to her feelings. I tried a different tactic.
I sighed and said, “Oh Sandy, my love, oh that’s so good. Oh yeah. Beloved, can you try to make me come for you? It feels good, but if you try a little more and pay attention to what feels best to me, you can make me come again. I’m so close. Oh please.”
Now Sandy slowed down and looked at me. She smiled and put her hands on my chest.
She said, “Does that feel good? Oh, it does to me. Tom, you made me a woman. You gave me orgasms and you came inside me. Let me make you happy again. Tell me what to do.”
I exaggerated a moan and said, “Oh my love, it all feels so good. I don’t know what to do. Maybe you could try moving up and down really slowly and maybe you could squeeze me as you do.”
She grinned and started to move up and down deliberately.
She said, “Like this?”
I said, “Oh yeah. That’s really good. Just like that. How does that feel?”
She closed her eyes and said, “Oh it feels really nice. How about like this? If I do it this way? Oh, whoa, that feels nice!”
I said, “Oh, that feels nice to me too. I bet anything that feels good to you is going to feel twice as good to me. Oh, do that some more.”
She sighed and said, “OK. Um, um, um, if that’s what you want,” and she had a small orgasm.
I said, “I do. I really do. Sandy, would you like it if I played with your breasts? Or sucked on them or played with your nipples? Did you ever do that before and did you like it?”
She moaned as she pushed out her chest saying, “My breasts feel really good in the shower. I don’t know. Oh Tommy, play with my breasts. I want you to have them. Oh Tom, yeah, take my tits as yours. This is so right. Oh yeah, oh yeah.”
Sandy leaned forward and I reached out with both hands and began fondling her wonderful globes. Like all the girls, Sandy had wonderfully large breasts, very nicely shaped; not perfectly round, because perfect natural breasts weren’t perfectly round, but luscious and weighty and firm enough to give them shape, standing out from her chest. She responded immediately, moaning and pressing forward into my hands. Her nipples quickly became more and more erect, jutting out like hard candies in the middle of her pink areola.
I was pretty much spent now, and I let Sandy do most of the work as I gently, and occasionally more firmly squeezed her, helping her to several more climaxes. But after a few more minutes, she began to slow down and become calmer as well, riding me more tenderly.
I smiled when I saw Pixie hop down into the ‘pit’ behind Sandy.
I said happily, “Well hello there, You.”
Sandy opened her eyes and tried to turn her head to see who I was talking to. She twisted one way and then then other and Pixie stepped beside her and smiled.
Sandy said, “Oh. Um, oh. I…”
I said, “Sandy, this is Pixie. Our pocket elf. She was my wedding present from Sarah, remember?”
Sandy shuddered in a final tiny orgasm and stopped moving as I removed my hands from her breasts.
With a smile I motioned Pixie to come sit next to me against the edge of the pit where Sandy could see both of us. We sat and grinned at Sandy without saying anything and Pixie snuggled in under my arm as Sandy stayed still on my lap with my penis still inside herself.
Sandy said, “Oh, Pixie. Oh yeah. Um, Hi.”
Chapter 30 - And Pixie was There
Pixie said, “Princess Sandy is very pretty, isn’t she?”
That was odd. Pixie talked to me as if Sandy wasn’t listening. It surprised me but Pixie seemed to have an intuition about these interactions, and I trusted her, so I played along.
I said, “She is very beautiful. In some ways she’s the most beautiful of all of our princesses.”
Pixie said, “She’s a good fuck, isn’t she?”
I said, “She is a wonderful lover. She made me feel very special and very aroused.”
Pixie frowned and said, “Oh, so she’s not ‘just’ a fuck toy.”
Oh my gosh, Pixie was a genius!
I said, “Of course not. I would never use her just for sex. I love her more than anything. I’m glad that she finds me attractive and wants to make love with me, but she is my princess, not someone I just use for my greedy needs. Pixie, I want to make love to her all the time because I love her so much.”
Pixie said, “That’s nice. I like that. So, you like her?”
I exclaimed, “I love her!”
Pixie said, “OK, then we’ll keep her. She has a nice ass. And the boobs are amazing. I bet she looks nice even with clothes on. So, Princess Sandy?”
Sandy was startled to be included in the conversation finally but said, “Um, yes?”
Pixie said, “I’ll give you to Tom Tom as a wedding present if that’s OK with you, but only if you’re compatible. How’s his cock? Is it good? Does it fit? Do you like it? Sexually? Is it compatible?”
Sandy just stared for a moment and Pixie said, “Sandy, did Tom’s cock do the job? Look, we love each other and everything, but great sex is really important too. You can’t be truly happy with a bad lover. You know that don’t you? So, I gotta know. Does Tommy fuck your lights out or not? If not, you’re broken. We’ll fix you, but I kind of want to know where we’re at.”
Sandy just stared some more and finally Pixie stood up and said, “This is going to sting.”
I tried to stop her, but I was too slow. Standing directly over my face, directly in front of Sandy with her breasts at eye level with the much taller girl who was seated on my lap, Pixie pulled back her hand and slapped Sandy across the cheek. I trusted Pixie, but I wasn’t sure I trusted her quite that much.
Sandy squawked, “Ouch!”
Pixie put her hands on her hips and waited.
Sandy started to cry saying, “Oh yes! Yes! It feels so good. Yes, I am compatible, and I love his cock! Yes, I’ll always be his. Yes, I want to be his wife and be with him always. Yes, I loved how making love felt. And yes, Pixie, he did literally fuck my lights out. He said I fainted twice, I think. Pixie I’ll do anything. Let me stay, please. I’m his in any way he wants me. I can’t be anything else. I am what I am. Oh gosh it feels so good inside me right now. I should get up, but I can’t. I’m sitting here and you know that I’m having sex with him and I can’t make myself move.”
Pixie grinned and said, “Are you embarrassed?”
Sandy yelled, “No! No, I’m not! I’m in love and I don’t care about anything else! I have a prince and I’m a woman and I fuck when we want to!”
Pixie stepped back a step and said, “Good.”
Then, putting a hand to each of her elf breasts, Pixie squeezed, and streams of her coconut milk shot across the distance between her chest and Sandy’s and splashed the fairy princess on my lap wetly. Sandy gasped and opened her mouth in surprise. Pixie quickly pointed a boob at Sandy’s face and squirted a long stream of the nectar straight into Sandy’s mouth. Sandy opened her mouth wider, not to get more, but out of shock, and Pixie filled it with a squirt from her other magical tit.
Sandy tried to close her mouth but ended up swallowing a big mouthful. And Pixie didn’t stop for an instant. She kept squeezing her breasts, showering Sandy and me and herself as well in the process as the milk splashed off of Sandy’s naked body.
Pixie stopped for a second and Sandy caught her breath. She was soaked from her face to her waist with Pixie’s special elixir. Sandy clearly didn’t know what to say or do.
Finally, she took a breath and said weakly, “Um, it tastes really good.”
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