I didn’t do anything pain subsided and I started to give strokes. When she was felling good I gave a final push and her hymen broked which I felt on...my penis. There was blood around my dick and her clit. She was in pain I stayed like that. She was looking deep into my eyes. I said I made you mine. She smiled and kissed.After the pain lessen I started to give strokes and the pain turn to pleasure. She was moaning loudly. Suddenly she placed her legs on my shoulder which made me go more inside. When she said that, I felt very special. Dinner was very pleasant. We laughed and enjoyed ourselves. Mom pointed to a few good looking guys and said that I would have no trouble picking either one up. During the evening, I even got to use the ladies room and to freshen up my makeup. Karen convinced my parents that we should spend the night at her house, so that I could try on a few of her outfits. Over the next two weeks, I would need more than one skirt and blouse.When we got to Karen's, her. After what felt like mere seconds, but was probably more like 10 minutes, Ronnie moved, bringing his hand to replace that golden tongue on my clitoris. Using his thumb, he put much more pressure on it, and rubbed it much harder. I didn’t think I could feel any better than when his tongue was on my clitoris, but I was wrong, his thumb, with its strength and speed felt better. Different, but better. I still held onto his pretty head, though, and now I could feel him spreading my vagina open. Next, Jordan placed a cushioned chair with its back to the kneeling row. He helped Lady T, naked herself now, to kneel on the chair before stepping out of his trousers and displaying his erection. It was something to behold, plainly by far the biggest cock of the whole assembly, eclipsing even the impressive appendage that had been wielded by the black footballer. A purple circumcised head indicated that Jordan had been privately preparing himself for this moment.Jordan moved in front of Lady T.