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!'
She gave me a Look and said 'You said that you have never tasted that?'
I nodded, and told her 'Not really. Sometimes I have gotten a little bit of a taste, but not much. Why?'
She gave me what I suspect was the Filipino version of the Goober look (as if saying 'You are such a Goober!'), and answered 'Then I will wash my mouth.'
I managed to get hold of her and pull her into a hug before I told her 'Marilyn, you don't have to do that' and then kissed her full on the lips. When I pulled back, I could see that she still wasn't happy about the idea of kissing me after she'd just had my cum in her mouth, though. As an attempt to appease her, I offered 'Would it be enough if you had something to drink, first?'
She considered that for a few seconds and then said that it would. I told her 'Then I'll get us a soda from the refrigerator, okay?'
She immediately got worked up and told me 'I will be the one to do that!' – and promptly hopped out of bed and headed for the kitchen before I could stop her. She was back in just a minute with a couple of cans of Coke. She quickly climbed back into bed with me, and opened one of them before handing it to me. As I was taking a sip, she opened the other and promptly took several healthy swallows from it – using the last one to briefly 'rinse' her mouth before swallowing it. She saw me looking at her, and blushed a little before defiantly telling me 'I don't think it is good for you to taste your juice like that. You are not a bacla (male homosexual)!'
I laughed and answered 'Okay, okay, okay! Is it all right if I kiss you now?'
She blushed again, and nodded before leaning over to let me give her a kiss – one that included a little
