more times, we went through the process; each time, it was a bit milder than the time before; but there was never any doubt that she was having an orgasm; a big one.
After several such exhausting spasms, Marlyn finally started to collapse onto the bed. I caught her, and carefully guided her down to make sure she didn't get hurt, and that she would be comfortable. Keeping myself over her on my elbows and knees, I was a kind of 'living blanket' for her while she got her senses back. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to have 'lost it' like she had before – I could see that she was awake and alert, if somewhat exhausted from the experience.
It was a couple of minutes before she really got her breath back; when she did, she realized that she was thirsty, again. She started to move under me, and suddenly realized that I was still hard, and still inside her. Her eyes turned the size of saucers before she turned to look at me and ask 'You're still like that? You didn't… shoot?'
I kissed her cheek, and told her 'Yes, I'm still like that, as you noticed. No, I didn't shoot.'
'Why not? Did I do something wrong?'
'Oh, no, you did everything just fine. I didn't shoot for a couple of reasons. First, you already helped me have a climax; that makes it easier for a man to wait before he has another one. Second, I wanted to wait before I climaxed again – I thought that you might want to make love some more. You seemed to like what we were doing, so I thought you would want to do it some more.'
She just looked at me in a mixture of awe and gratitude before saying 'You can do that? Wait to have climax?'
'Yes, a little bit. It's easier when I've already had one, like I said.'
'And you thought that I would want to make love more, and you did that for me?'
'Of course' I answered, surprised.
She started to cry, then, and there wasn't anything for me to do but ease myself out of her – she shuddered as I did – and lay on my side so she could hold me as she cried.
When it was down to sniffles and hiccups, she pulled away from me a bit.
I told her 'Wait here – I'll be right back', and got up to head for the bathroom.
I came out a minute later with a couple of hand towels and a warm, damp washcloth. I handed one of the towels to her, and then started to use the damp washcloth to clean the mixture of blood and vaginal lubrication off her. It took her a couple seconds to react; when she did, she tried to sit up and take it away from me, saying 'I will be the one!'
I gently eased her back, saying 'No,*I* will.'
She started to object, but when I didn't pay any noticeable attention to her as I continued cleaning her off, she settled down again. When I was done with her, I just as gently and carefully went about drying her off.
When I was finished, I took the towel and washcloth into the bathroom, and after rinsing the cloth out, used it to clean myself, as well.
Back out in the bedroom, she watched as I made my way to the bed. When I was lying next to her again, she just lay there looking at me for several seconds.
I finally asked her 'What is it?' and she answered 'You are a very different man than the ones I have known before.'
'How is that?'
'There isn't a man in my country that would do for a woman what you just did for me. Yes, they would take her virginity – but they would brag to all their friends about it, and not worry about her. Even the men I heard about here would be more than happy to make love with a woman, but they would not care whether she felt pleasure, too, as you did with me.
And they would definitely not try to wait for their own climax because they thought she would want to make love some more. I think that you are a very special man, Dan – here as much as the Philippines.'
With that, she started to cry again, and I pulled her close to hold her as she sobbed into my shoulder. When she'd slowed down again, I asked her 'What was that about?'
'I was thinking about all of my friends, and how all of them were hurt so much the first time they made love – and how you were so gentle with me. How almost none of them say that they like to make love; they think that it is only something that a wife must do for her husband. They don't know the pleasure they can have from it. I am so sad for them – in this one night, I have had more pleasure with you than all of them have had during their entire marriage!'
There wasn't anything for me to say in response; all I could do was give her a hug, and hold her closer as she cried out her sadness about her friends.
It took a few minutes, but she finally got her sadness cried out. When she'd dried her eyes and blown her nose, she got up to put the hand towel in the bathroom laundry hamper to be washed. When she got close to the bed again, she said 'You were right – I do want to make love more' before pointedly looking at my semi-erect penis.
I grinned, and told her 'I don't know if it is broken, or not. Is there anything you can do with it?'
She grinned broadly in return, and said 'I think I can fix it!'
And she did, too.
First, she took it in her hand and gave it a few gentle squeezes before stroking it slightly. The response to her actions convinced her that my penis was, in fact, still functional. A few more strokes, and I was almost fully erect; when she got me to that point, she quickly leaned over to take me into her mouth and start a soft sucking as she used her tongue to caress the underside of the head.
In only a minute or so, she had me fully erect; I was glistening with her saliva when she finally released me from between her lips. When I reached for her, she willingly let me guide her to lie on her back. Then I moved over her so the two of us could share a kiss before I started to again kiss my way down her body. She spread her legs to make room for me when it was clear that I was working my way to her pelvis. When my body was between her thighs, she spread her legs even more before lifting her knees to open herself to me completely.
Looking at her, I could see that the area between her vaginal lips was still wet with her juices, though her clitoris was hiding under its hood. I let my head drop, so that I could put my mouth over as much of her opening as I could before I extended my tongue to press against her opening. She gasped her pleasure as she felt it slip between her labia and ease its way into her vagina; she welcomed my penetration by raising her hips and tilting her pelvis as she tried to fill herself with as much of my tongue as she could. It took only a few moments before I could feel her wetness increasing as she was taken over by her arousal at what I was doing to her.
When she started a slow thrusting with her hips, I knew she wanted more – but to make sure that she was ready, I moved my attentions to her clitoris. Taking her erecting nubbin between my lips, I softly sucked on it as I circled it with my tongue with a gentle pressure. In less than a minute, she was again moaning and gasping her pleasure and arousal. I continued what I was doing, though, until I heard her impassioned 'Please! I want you in me again!'
Ever the gentleman, I did as she asked: releasing her from my mouth, I raised my body enough that I was able to move myself over her again. She kept her legs parted as I moved, so that she was ready for me when we both felt my still-slick erection resting against her mons. She reached between us to take my erection in her hand, and slide the head between her vaginal lips a couple of times, coating it with her ample lubrication before she positioned me at the opening to her vagina.
Somehow, she managed to spread her legs a little more before tilting her pelvis up; her actions were enough to wedge the knob of my penis against her entrance. Looking up at me, she said 'Please – make love to me again.'
I gently hunched my hips, and felt it as I slipped into her again. With a few back-and-forth strokes to make sure her lubrication was well distributed, it wasn't long before I was again buried in her – and could again fell the deepest part of her touching the end of my penis.
I started with a slow, gentle movement in and out of her, letting perhaps half my length slide free of her before moving to fill her again. She was still deliciously hot and tight inside, and her ample supply of feminine oil was more than sufficient to make our lovemaking easy. Over the next couple of minutes, I maintained the pace of my actions in her, but gradually increased the length of my strokes until nearly my entire length was sliding in and out of her.
When I would pause to let the head of my erection slip back and forth through her tight opening, she would
