I guided us over to her bed, where she willingly moved to lie down, stretching out so that I had a clear view of her from head to toe. Looking down at her, I told her "Mahal kita, Marilyn", making her smile before she answered "And I love you, too, Dan."
Moving to lie next to her on my side, I put my hand on her belly. When she looked up at me, I told her "Marilyn, this is your time. I will be as gentle with you as I know how. But if I do anything that you don't like, or that hurts you, you must tell me. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you, or make you unhappy."
She smiled at me radiantly, and answered "I know that, Tito Dan. I know you won't hurt me, and I want to know everything that you want to teach me about making love. Maybe, when it is time, I will feel a little bit of pain. If that happens, then I know that the pain will be as small as we can make it; and I will be happy to feel it because I will know then that you love me, and have made me a woman. And when the pain is gone, I will be free to know the happiness of making love with you."
After hearing that, there was nothing more for me to say or do – except kiss her.
My lips first touched her on her cute little button nose, surprising her. Next was her forehead, then her chin. Her eyes were next, and back to her nose. Only then did our lips touch again – softly, gently, and lovingly.
As our kisses continued, I slowly drew my hand upward from where it was laying on her belly until I was able to cup one of her breasts in it. She responded by pressing it into my hand in encouragement. I gently squeezed, feeling how firm and warm her breast was in my hand, marveling at its smoothness before moving on the check out its mate. Next, I began caressing them, drawing my fingers from where they joined her body, toward her small, dark nipples. Under my touch, I could feel her areolas becoming tight and puckered as her nipples got harder and longer. In just a couple of minutes, she was writhing under my touch, softly moaning her increasing arousal.
When I had both of her breasts at the peak of arousal (no pun intended), I began to move my hand lower and lower on her body, trying to memorize the feel of her smooth, soft skin as I went along.
When my touch finally reached her pubic hair, she surprised me by spreading her thighs in open invitation to explore further. I did, and as the investigation continued, found that though small and somewhat sparse, her pubic hair was luxuriously soft. Further down, I found the small nubbin of her clitoris – eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her when I contacted it. Still farther, I came across her labia; thin, and slick with her arousal, they guided my fingers to the woman's treasure between her legs.
The first pass of my fingertip between Marilyn's vaginal lips resulted in her moaning as she arched her back, as though trying to draw my finger deeper inside her slick channel.
Even when I dipped my fingertip between her labia and gently pressed against her opening, Marilyn didn't flinch or falter; if anything, she made it abundantly clear that she trusted me to do nothing to hurt her – and that what I was doing pleased her.
Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer: the next time our lips parted, I took the opportunity to begin kissing other places on her body – starting with her cute, shell-like ears, and moving on to include her neck, shoulders, throat, and point south.
I delayed several minutes at her breasts, licking them and softly sucking and biting her nipples – something that aroused her tremendously. When both were dark little volcanoes, glistening with my saliva, I resumed my journey down her body, kissing every square inch of her flawless skin. Gradually, I moved closer and closer to the source of the delectable aroma of her womanhood. When I finally moved between her legs so that I could tend to the delicate folds of her labia, she eagerly spread her legs to make room for me, and bent them so I would have easier access to the core of her womanhood.
The sight I was greeted with was one I will always treasure: among the dark wisps of her pubic hair, the cleft of her sex was clearly visible; and within it, her vaginal lips were extended with the area between shiny with her oils.
At the top, her clitoris had thrown back its hood, exposed to my gaze, waiting for my tender ministrations. Below, the opening to her vagina was clearly visible, dark with her arousal and clearly inviting my attentions.
I looked into her eyes, and saw that she was not only willing, but eager for me to do with her what I wanted – and what I wanted more than anything else was to taste her.
Lowering my head, I extended my tongue and drew it up between the folds of her labia, collecting a goodly amount of her precious nectar – and delighted by the taste of her. Fresh, musky, yet somehow sweet, her oils were a delight to my taste buds. I happily did it again, accompanied by a groan of pleasure from her when I extended my efforts to include brushing the tip of my tongue across her pea-sized clitoris. Again and again I licked her opening, savoring the sweet taste of her until I had exhausted the readily available supply.
Only then did I change over to taking her labia between my lips and sucking on them briefly before giving the nubbin of her clitoris my full attention.
Taking it between my lips, I gently sucked on it, bringing a series of low moans from her; then I began fluttering my tongue across it, something that earned me a deep groan of pleasure and arousal as she lifted her hips in encouragement to continue what I was doing – as if I needed it!
Slowly, gently, and carefully I applied myself to stimulating her.
It was only a matter of a very few minutes before she was gasping and groaning her pleasure as I twirled my tongue around her clitoris. Another minute more as I softly caressed it with my tongue, and she was muttering Tagalog phrases between moans of pleasure; a little longer, and I felt her tense up as the first wave of an orgasm overtook her. Even as the spasms of release were ricocheting through her body, I was softly sucking on her clitoris in time with them, making her pleasure longer and more intense.
When I finally felt the waves of her release growing smaller, I released her from between my lips and went back to licking up the ample fluids that she'd released as she'd climaxed – drawing another set of moans from her as I did.
Only when I felt her gentle touch on my head as she told me "Please, Dan! Stop, so I can rest!" did I lift my head again.
Looking up at her, I could see that her face and shoulders were dark with the blush of her arousal, and that it extended even as far down as the tops of her breasts.
I moved to lie next to her again, and she didn't hesitate to pull my head down for a kiss. I knew that she could taste herself on my lips and tongue, but it clearly didn't bother her in the slightest – it took only a second before her tongue was eagerly dancing with mine in my mouth.
Our lips finally parted, and she looked up at me with something akin to awe as she told me "I didn't know it could feel that good to have someone do that to me! I heard about that, but I never thought that it would feel so good! Thank you, Tito Dan!"
We laid there for a little bit as she rested before she quietly asked me "I guess that's what I taste like, there?"
I hugged her and answered "Yes, dear. I think you taste delicious – masarap!" making her giggle before she told me "I think it is not a bad taste. Do… do all girls taste the same?"
I leaned over a bit to give her another kiss before I answered "Girls don't all taste exactly the same, but a little bit."
Hesitantly, she asked "Does Kelly taste like that?"
I smiled and told her "Like I said: a little bit. You don't taste exactly the same as anyone else, but you don't taste a lot different, either. I think you will like it, if you want to do that with Kelly."
I could feel her soft blush before she relaxed in my arms again.
A little later, she nudged me over onto my back so she could rest on her elbow and look down at me. With a grin on her face, she told me "I want to do like that for you, now."
I smiled back at her and said "I think I would like that" – her grin got bigger – "but there is something you must know before."
She looked at me in curiosity, and I explained "If you do like that for me, it will feel good for me. But if you do it until I climax – like you did – then it will take a little while before I will be able to make love with you."
She got a disappointed look on her face, and I continued "But, when I am able to make love again, I will be able to make love with you for a longer time, if you want."
That last bit definitely got her attention, because I could see her smile at the idea. I went on to tell her "Also, if you make me climax, it means that my semen – some juice – will squirt out the end of my penis." She looked a bit doubtful at that, and I explained "It isn't pee – it is the stuff that makes babies. Or it would if I did not have a vasectomy a long time ago."
She looked at me questioningly, and I explained to her about my vasectomy, and what it did. She looked troubled that I had gotten operated on, but I was able to assure her that it hadn't been painful, which seemed to settle her down. I finished up by telling her "Anyway, it might be a surprise for you how hard the juice comes out. Some women don't like to taste it, and others do; it is up to you if you want to let me climax in your mouth or not. Before it happens, I will tell you – that I am going to squirt, or that I am going to cum."
She looked at me for a moment and then asked "Is it a bad taste?"
I laughed and told her "I don't know – I've never tasted it. But Kelly tells me she likes it!"
That seemed to be all Marilyn needed to hear; if her Tita Kelly liked it, then she was determined to try it, too.
With a surprisingly lecherous grin on her face, she kissed me on the lips – then continued kissing her way down my body, pausing to give MY nipples a little suction before continuing on her way. In just a couple of minutes, she was face-to-face (as it were) with my penis. She looked up at me, and I told her "If you want to touch me, it's okay. I will tell you if you start to do anything that doesn't feel good."
Reassured that I'd let her know if she started to hurt me, she gently took my semi-erect penis in her hand and began to examine it. When she'd refreshed her memory of it from the 'lessons' she'd gotten before, she went on to cup my testicles and look them over, as well. Once she was satisfied that she remembered what she'd been told about the male anatomy, she began to stroke me – and was delighted when she felt me begin to respond. Looking up at me shyly, she asked "I can do that now?"
"You can do that any time you want to, Marilyn", I replied.
She lowered her head and tentatively stuck her tongue out, letting just the tip of it contact my glans before pulling it back in again. She saw a drop of pre-cum on the end, and stuck her tongue out again to collect a small taste of it. She considered it for a few moments, then told me "I think I like that one!" before parting her lips and taking the head of my mostly-erect penis into her mouth.
Over the next few minutes, she listened carefully to me as I patiently told her about the different things that she could do that would feel good for me. With each suggestion, she would carefully try it out, accepting any corrections I needed to give her. Then, when she was satisfied that she knew how to do it, she would stop and I would tell her about the next one.
With each of her little 'practice' sessions, I would get a little longer and harder in her hand, amply demonstrating to her that she was having the desired effect. By the time I finished, I was fully erect, and she had a distinctly pleased look on her face. When she realized that I was done, she smiled at me around my penis, and began applying her new skills – with considerable effect, I might add.
She seemed eager to try everything I'd told her about, in various combinations, at different speeds; but her enthusiasm never waned. I tried to delay my climax for as long as I could; not only because I wanted her to get a little more confidence, but because what she was doing felt so damn good! Finally, though, there wasn't any putting it off any longer. I felt myself getting close to the edge, and dutifully warned her "Marilyn! I'm going to shoot!"
She merely nodded to let me know she'd heard me, and kept going – and no more than a minute later, I saw her eyes get large as the first jet of my cum erupted from the end of my penis, apparently coating her tonsils. She hesitated only a second, though, and continued sucking and licking me as I continued to squirt wad after wad of jism into her greedy little mouth. Only when she felt me begin to soften and shrink in her hand did she release me from between her lips – which she licked to collect the few drabs of semen that had escaped her mouth. She then swallowed, and took me into her mouth again so she could lick any remaining semen from my penis before she let it pull free again.
Giving me a shameless grin, she said "I think Tita Kelly is right – it is a good taste!"