The feeling of his body pushing into hers was heavenly, as good as she'd always dreamed.  She blushed, a deep red that stained her face and ears and neck, as she felt him work deeper and deeper into her body.  His soft, breathy apologies caressed her ears, meaningless until that last shove.  The pain was sharp and immediate as something inside her ripped.  Bri gasped, crying out and gripping her lover.  She clung to him, stopping him and holding him as deep in her body as he could go.  When the pain subsided, she carefully lifted herself away from his body, too afraid to look down, and lowered herself back down, whimpering as she anticipated pain.  But she was determined to do this for him, determined to give him this gift she could only give once.  She held that thought and gently lifted off of his body and slid back down, one stroke at a time, and with every thought, she slid his cock back inside her body.<br/><br/>He was her first.<i>Stroke.</i><br/>Her very first kiss.<i>Stroke.</i><br/>Her very first makeout.<i>Stroke.</i><br/>The very first finger to ever enter her.<i>Stroke.</i><br/>Her very first orgasm.<i>Stroke.<br/>
</i><br/>Bri found a rhythm, and soon her nipples puckered as the pleasure overrode the pain.  Her whimpers turned to soft, breathy moans, and her body gave way to the soft buildup of pleasure.  That warm, thick feeling that built up just before an orgasm.<br/><br/>"Clancy..." she sighed, "Clancy, don't... oh, don't stop..."<br/><br/>She moaned into his ear as her rhythm sped up, and she heard his own soft, quiet moans.  The sound of his pleasure made her moan louder, bringing her closer to the edge.<br/><br/>"Clancy, I'm gonna-"<br/><br/>The final stroke that brought her orgasm was wild, and she unintentionally shoved as deep as he could go, riding the fine line between pain and pleasure.  She clutched at his body, gripping him as tightly as she could, and squirmed, her body riding his cock without giving the commands.  In a desperate effort to prolong the pleasure, she thrust his cock in and out of her body, letting the waves of pleasure override the slight pain, trying desperately to bring him over the edge.  The thought of making him cum inside her drove her over the edge again, forcing another tight orgasm over her, causing her to clutch his body again as she rode him.  The pleasure was so overwhelming, she began to fuck him in earnest, her moans just short of screams, her ass slamming against his legs, her nipples rubbing against his chest.  The sensations drove her on, truly fucking him, a primal part of her taking over, trying to drive him over the edge of orgasm.