'I don't know. I think a little bit, but I'm not sure. I know for women the taste is a little different, but a little bit the same, too; so I think it is probably like that for men, too.'
She smiled, and nodded in understanding before leaning back against my chest again, pulling my arms tighter against her body.
A couple minutes later, she leaned over to get us each another bottle of soda, adding a healthy dollop of lime juice to each. When we'd both finished our drinks, she got off my lap to put the bottles on the tray.
She hesitated a moment, then picked up the tray and left the bedroom with it, returning a couple minutes later with cold ones. She also had a big smile on her face, and after she closed the door, she told me 'I saw Kelly, and she helped me in the kitchen. While we were there, she gave me a big kiss and told me I smelled good!'
I smiled back at her, and said 'I'm surprised she didn't tell you that you smelled good enough to eat.'
Marlyn got a mildly confused look on her face, and I went on to explain the joke – when she got it, she blushed furiously, but grinned.
She set the tray on the nightstand, then climbed back onto my lap to take the same position she'd been in before. She didn't hesitate to put her legs on either side of mine, and I could feel the touch of her mons against my penis – and knew that she could feel me, in return.
For perhaps a half hour or more, we sat there – with Marlyn doing most of the talking as she told me about her childhood, and what it was like for her growing up.
As she talked, she got more and more animated; her increased movement on my lap, coupled with my recovery from the climax she'd given me, started my penis growing again.
When I had gotten large enough, she noticed the increased pressure against her mons. She looked down to see what was happening, and then looked back up at me with a wide grin on her face before saying 'You are ready?'
'Not quite – but close.' I answered.
She got a mischievous gleam in her eye, and said 'I will be the one to do that!' before moving to turn around on my lap and scooting back toward my feet. I felt her breasts pressing against my thighs even as she wrapped her hand around my stiffening penis. Lifting it up, she didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around the head and start gently sucking on me.
I watched her for several moments, and saw her pleased smile when I finally said 'I want to touch you, too.'
She didn't delay in pivoting herself around where my penis was buried in her mouth; bringing her small, tight ass within my reach.
I reached out to cup one of her ass cheeks in my hand, marveling at how smooth and firm it was before I traced a line down to start softly caressing the insides of her thighs. When she felt my touch getting closer to where her vaginal lips were clearly visible to me, she readily moved her knees apart to give me room to start slowly stroking the cleft of her sex.
As before, I ran my fingertip between her vaginal lips to collect some of her lubrication – then moved on to caressing her clitoris. At my touch, she spread her legs even farther apart; I could easily see that her labia were getting longer and thicker as I drew gentle circles around her nubbin. In only a couple of minutes, it was obvious that she was fully aroused: her vaginal lips were fully extended and parted slightly around the entrance to her womanhood.
The area between her inner lips was glistening slightly with her essence; when she started a slow, almost involuntary hunching of her hips, I thought that it was finally time to explore the last part of her that I didn't know: her vagina.
Moving slowly and carefully, I started moving my finger through her cleft, letting it brush ever so slightly across her opening before moving on. I repeated my actions several more times, and with each pass across the entrance of her female core, I pressed marginally harder against it. There finally came the time when I simply laid my hand along the length of her mons before curling my finger to place the tip of it at her opening. I pressed against it, firmly but gently, letting her know what I wanted to do; but doing so in such a way that she would have time to stop me if she wished, and making it clear to her that I was not going to hurt her.
When she felt it, she released my saliva-shiny erection from her lips to turn her head and tell me 'It's okay, Dan. You can do that.'
Still, I watched her carefully as I took my finger – thoroughly wetted with her oils – and gently twisted it as I eased my way past the tight ring of her entrance. I could tell that she was slightly nervous, and as soon as I knew I was a little way inside her, I stopped. I waited a few seconds to make sure she was still okay with what I was doing, before easing my finger out of her a bit to make sure it stayed wet with her oils. Then I pressed it into her a little farther, as far as my first knuckle, and stopped again. Another wait, back out a bit, then in again.
Just before I got as far as my second knuckle, I felt the ring of tissue that made up her maidenhead – and I immediately stopped again before asking her 'Are you okay?'
She nodded, and said 'That was my hymen, yes? I could feel it when you touched it – like a small pressure, but nothing more.'
'Yes, that was it. You didn't feel any pain?'
'Oh, no, you were very careful! It feels strange to have something in me like that – but it feels good, too.'
'If you want, I can try to find out if it will be difficult for you to have me inside you the first time. Or I can just leave it alone, and only have my finger in you this much. It is up to you.' I told her.
'If you think it will help, then you can do that. I know you will not hurt me.'
'I will not hurt you on purpose – but if it hurts you even a little bit, I will stop.'
She smiled at me and said 'I know' before turning back to take me into her mouth again.
I wasn't about to violate the trust that she was showing me, and took the time to make sure that my finger was well-coated with her juices before daring to begin my investigations.
She was hot inside – incredibly hot. Compared to how cool her skin felt, she was almost a blast furnace inside. And amazingly, wondrously tight.
I'd barely been able to get my finger past the phenomenally tight ring of her entrance; what lay behind it was barely any larger. Had she not been as wet as she was inside, I know that there wouldn't have been any way for me to do what I was. I knew that if I didn't do something to loosen her up a bit inside – and stretch her opening a little – there was no way she was going to be able to take me inside, no matter how close I was to being of average size.
But the first order of business was to find out how much trouble we would have getting past her hymen.
To help loosen her up a bit, and make further explorations easier, I slowly and gently slid my finger in and out of her several times – getting it thoroughly wetted with her lubrication. As I did, I could also feel her relaxing slightly around my digit, stretching to adjust to this new presence in such an intimate area. Her only reaction to all of this was to pause a few times to moan softly as she slid her lips up and down my manhood.
Only when I could move my finger relatively easily did I press into her far enough to come into contact with her maidenhead. She didn't show any trace of fear or nervousness – she really did trust me not to hurt her.
I couldn't even feel what her lips and tongue were doing to my erection: all of my attention was on the end of my finger as I carefully and gently probed at the very essence of her virginity.
I gently and carefully examined and tested her hymen with my finger – and finally concluded that it was still soft and thin enough not to present too much of a barrier, if she really did want to experience everything about making love.
After reaching that decision, I spent the next several minutes trying to get her ready to have me inside her, if that was what she wanted. When I was able to move my middle finger in her with ease, I expanded my efforts to use my ring and little fingers – those two together not being too much larger. By the time she was able to take those two fingers easily, she was moaning almost constantly from the stimulation; when she felt me remove them, she released my penis from her mouth before turning to sit up next to me.
With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she reached to take hold of my hand and lift it to her face – where she promptly started sucking on the fingers that had been inside her, cleaning them of her juices. When she was done, she released my hand to say 'Masarap!' (delicious), a big grin on her face. I grinned back as she swung one leg over me, and sat facing me on my lap – my erection pressed firmly (!) against her mons. Pulling my hands up to cover her breasts, she looked deep into my eyes and said 'This has all been very nice, and makes me feel very good. But there is one more thing, and I want to know that, too. Will you make love with me?'
