At her prompting, he lying on his back, erection settling against his stomach. His feet pointing at the camera. She mounting atop him. Taking his penis in her hand, guiding it inside her. A gentle grinding of her hips. Leaning forward to kiss his face, filling the screen with spread cheeks, crinkly skin of brown sphincter, pussy lips clinging to his penis.
After a second, giving up, lifting her hips, repositioning, trying again. Holding his penis firm in position with her hand. Lowering again. This time, apparent success. The penis tip just in. A brief pause whilst her body adjusts. Pulling her cheeks apart with both hands to reduce resistance.
A little lurch, and the penis more firmly lodged. Her body rocking gently, her hole getting used to the intruder. A fragile and intimate moment. Holding it for a second. All apparently okay. Another lurch, an inch deeper. Then lowering completely, the penis fully entered. Another pause, this time of satisfaction, she feeling the flesh deep inside. Then back to the rhythm of lovemaking.
This little scene, thrilling in itself but even more so for me, being so accurate a replication of my own first time doing that. Christelle, my French student lover, showing me how, I can still feel that beautiful lurch as her sphincter suddenly surrendered its squidgy grip, let me inside a further inch.
A heavenly memory, reenacted before me on the screen. My loins aching to do it again.
