When I was a kid, we lived in several Asian cities. Most families in our company hired a Filipina maid to help with the household stuff, which was essential in my family because both parents worked full-time, and my brother and I were in middle school.
Anyway, that was the year I discovered jerking off, and boy, did I go for the world record! I was at it all the time. In the shower, in bed, or anywhere I happened to get a hard-on, which was every five minutes back then.
When I discovered my dad kept a stash of Playboys in his bookshelf, I was hooked right away and used to sneak into the office to explore and jerk off. Marilyn, a petite Filipina who worked for us that year, caught me standing behind his desk jerking off to the centerfold. I almost melted with embarrassment when she came bustling in to empty the trash or something, and I was standing there with my cock in my hand. I ducked down behind the desk, completely mortified, but she didn’t explode.
Smiling gently, she came around the desk and stood over me. She glanced at the magazine and said, “She very pretty!” in a soft voice, then pulled me up to my feet. My hands came between us to try and hide my erection, but she brushed them aside and wrapped both hands around my cock. As she stroked, she kept smiling and cooing about me being a “big, big boy!”
Within a few minutes, I was quivering and ready to cum, so she switched to one hand stroking and used the other to catch my sperm when it shot out again and again. She grabbed a tissue, took care of the mess, and then left with the wastebasket as if nothing had happened.
After that, I didn’t try to hide what I was doing if I was alone in the house with her. I would take a Playboy to my room and lie on my bed to jerk off. Sometimes, she would come in and help. Sometimes, she would laugh and shake her head at how horny I was.
During summer vacation that year, my brother had computer camp, but I was free to hang around. One night at dinner, my parents told us that Marilyn was leaving us at the end of July to move back to Luzon City, and I was sad to think that this incredible thing we had going was near its end. Of course, I left that part out when I expressed my disappointment over dinner.
Once that news was out, though, things began to change. The first time she caught me with my cock in my hand after school ended, she took things to another level. She walked in as I was lying flat on my back, my cock pointed straight up to the ceiling as I whacked off steadily. I didn’t hear her, but I opened my eyes when her weight settled on the bed. I moved my hands to make space for her, but she surprised me once more. As usual, she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked idly, but she was looking me in the eye and smiling in a different way.
“Soon I go back to Philippines, big boy. I miss you.”
Her English was limited. I promise I’m not making fun of her.
“I’ll miss you, too!” I stammered.
“You will remember me?” she asked quietly.
“I’ll always remember you!” I told her hastily, ashamed of myself for thinking only of the pleasure she had given me.
She took me at my word, though, and smiled even more.
“You remember Marilyn better if I do this!” she said.
Then she leaned over and, to my amazement, wrapped her lips around my cock. I gasped in sudden pleasure and watched as she bobbed up and down on my shaft, her hand still stroking the bottom half. Within seconds, I was ready to explode, and so I put my hands on her shoulder, trying to stammer a warning. She ignored me, though, and kept sucking, focusing all her energy on the head of my cock until I couldn’t hold back. I spurted more times than I ever had before, and each jet of cum vanished into her mouth as she swallowed everything I gave her. She slowed down when I did, but didn’t release me until I was spent and softening.
“Oh, my God!” I groaned when she looked back up at me. “I’ll never forget you!”
After that, it was almost a game. My parents would leave for work. My brother would walk up to school for computer camp, and Marilyn would bustle around and do some chores. Me? I would eat breakfast, shower, and head to my bedroom for a wank. Sometimes one of my dad’s Playboy magazines came along as well.
Most days, Marilyn would come in eventually and help me out. Sometimes, she would smile and stroke me until I shot a fountain of cum on my belly. She always giggled watching it spurt.
Some days, she would pretend to scold me for making a mess and finish me off with her mouth, swallowing every drop and calling me “bad boy” afterward.
In July, however, she took a new tack, surprising me with her insight.
“You need girlfriend,” she said one day after she swallowed my cum and cleaned my cock off with a hand towel. “Marilyn go home soon, and big boy ready for girl.”
I explained how shy I was with girls, and she actually gave me some good advice. Be polite, ask questions and listen to the answers, and tell them how pretty they looked. Basic stuff, but enough to put me light-years ahead of the flirty insults and silly games my peers seemed to go with.
A few days later, she was stroking me almost languidly, telling me how nice and long my cock was and generally making me feel like a superhero. She always wore a light blue dress and flip-flops, and her feet were tucked up under her as she sat beside me on the bed.
“Someday you find girl, and then you see what feels good!” she told me with a grin.
“Everything you do feels good!” I told her loyally.
“Good girlfriend teach you more!” she told me, laughing still but pleased with the compliment. “Maybe I show you.”
I had a clue what she was talking about, but didn’t say anything, just nodded.
She made up her mind quickly and raised herself up onto her knees.
“No tell Missy and Mister. Marilyn show you what girlfriend can do.”
I nodded again, my eyes growing wide.
“I won’t tell ANYONE!” I whispered hoarsely.
Her flip-flops hit the floor, and then she crossed her arms and pulled her dress up and over her head. I gaped at the sudden revelation of her body: small breasts with dark nipples, a flat belly, and a sparse bush of short, dark hair at the junction of her thighs. My heart beat faster and faster as she tossed her dress onto the floor and swung into place, straddling my waist. She reached down with one hand and pulled my cock upright, stroking it gently while her other hand traced a path through her pubes and rubbed small circles at the top of her pussy.
“You get girlfriend ready first, so she is nice and wet like me,” she whispered.
I nodded again uncertainly, my eyes glued to the shadowy path of her fingers.
Spreading her legs a little wider, she sank down and rubbed the head of my cock along her labia. I felt the heat of her radiating out, and when her lips parted, the slippery entrance seemed to welcome me inside.
“You feel?” she murmured. “Nice and wet and ready for big boy.”
Before I could nod stupidly again, she lowered herself some more, and I sank into her body a few inches. Breath exploded from me as I felt the first grasp of her pussy, of ANYONE’s pussy, and I kept completely still, savoring the feeling.
After a moment to let herself adjust (I know now), she rose up a little bit and then dropped suddenly down all the way, her pubic bone thumping against mine and her inner muscles rippling along my length.
I gasped in pleasure and lay completely still, barely able to breathe as the new sensations enveloped me. Marilyn just smiled a secretive smile and watched my reactions.
“You play with me!” she said after a long while.
I looked at her uncertainly, and her grin widened. Grabbing both my hands, she pulled them to her breasts and showed me wordlessly what felt good. Squeeze like this, pinch like this, caress like this.
Somewhere along the way, I realized she was rocking on my cock. Almost instinctively, I began to push up into her as she moved. She responded by leaning forward and planting her hands beside my shoulders.
“Good boy,” she whispered, her hair framing her face in dark waves. “You fuck Marilyn, Marilyn fuck you.”
As I thrust up, she pushed down onto me. Before moving back up, she ground her hips against mine and let me feel the tight grip of her pussy from different angles. Every motion made my heart pound even harder, and I breathed deeply, realizing that I was about to cum.
“Okay, boy, you cum soon. You cum in Marilyn. It’s okay for me. Not for girlfriend!”
Shifting my grip to her small hips, I thrust a few more times and exploded inside her, my body frozen with pleasure as I felt the warmth and tightness surrounding me for the first time. Marily smiled down at me as I quivered, my cock pulsing inside her.
“Very good!” she cooed as she lay her slight frame down on top of me.
When she settled against me, she kissed my lips softly for the first time.
“You remember Marilyn now!” she whispered softly into my ear.
My arms went around her slender frame as I pulled her tight and whispered, “Always!” in her ear.
I will never forget the last two weeks of July that year. My parents went to work, my brother went to computer camp, and I hung out occasionally with my friends. I remember it was a year of close-call typhoons, so there were amazing waves at the beach that we body-surfed whenever we could.
At home, though, I was torn between excitement and growing sadness. After a couple of days without connecting for anything sexual, I decided to speak up.
“Marilyn,” I said hesitantly after everyone left. “I have a question.”
She stopped in the doorway, a stack of clean towels in her hand, and looked at me with a smile.
“That day last week when you…when we…” I stammered.
“When we fuck?” she asked, her smile widening at my discomfort.
“Yeah…that day.” I paused again, took a deep breath, and continued. “You said I have to get a girl ready like you were ready.”
She nodded, her smile softening.
“Very important,” she said simply. “Girl has to be ready first so boy can go in.”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you,” I said, my eyes downcast. “I don’t know what that means.”
She nodded, her smile still in place.
“You go to bedroom and wait. I finish towels, and we talk, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, meeting her eyes again.
With a swirl of blue fabric and the sound of flip-flops, she was gone. I stood for a moment, proud of my courage and ashamed of my ignorance in that uniquely teenage way. I went to my bedroom and sat uncertainly on the edge of my bed, still dressed in my shorts and t-shirt; for once, my cock was not standing eagerly, hoping Marilyn would come in to “help”.
When she finally came down the hall to my bedroom, I was second-guessing myself and feeling like an ignorant little boy. She took one look at my expression and sat down beside me, grabbing both of my hands to turn me toward her.
“You okay, boy. You don’t know what to do, but is okay. Nobody know first time. Everybody learn.”
I nodded, but stayed quiet.
“First thing, always, is smile!” she said in a brighter tone. “You happy to be with Marilyn, right?”
I nodded again, trying to smile.
“Next thing,” she continued more softly, “is always kiss nice. That makes your girl relax for you.”
Before I could nod again, Marilyn tugged on my hands and pulled me closer. She leaned across the space between us and kissed my lips softly. One arm went around my waist, and with the other, she pulled my hand up to her shoulder and draped it there. Then she kissed me again.
“Kiss nice…no tongue. Just kiss for a minute.”
Getting into the spirit more, I closed my eyes, tilted my head to the side instinctively, and kissed her again. Her free hand stroked my arm, and her lips were soft and welcoming against mine. Her comment about tongue had confused me. I knew about “French kissing” in theory, but I couldn’t imagine the reality. What I did know was that her soft hold on my body and the growing excitement of our kisses were starting to turn me on. When I took a deep, shuddering breath, she pulled away a little bit and smiled again.
“Nice kissing feel good, right?” she whispered.
“Very good!” I whispered back.
“Now try with tongue. Marilyn show you. You do what I show.”
Our lips met again, and this time, I felt hers part just a little bit. I did the same. After a moment, I felt the tip of her tongue flick against my lips, and I almost gasped at the sudden sensation. Pulling her closer, I poked my tongue out a fraction as well and slipped it along her upper lip, then retreated. She hummed happily, and I took that as encouragement. Our tongues played that game for a long minute, and my senses swirled with the new level of intimacy. Almost without thinking, my lips parted more, and I leaned into the kiss, my tongue growing bolder. She let me continue for a minute, then backed off again.
“Go slow, big boy…go slow!” she giggled. “You not trying to swallow girlfriend!”
I stopped suddenly, my growing arousal crushed.
“Marilyn show you more now,” she said with a reassuring squeeze to my waist and my shoulder. “You can do nice kisses more places.”
I didn’t say anything, but kept my eyes on hers. She smiled and ducked her head a little bit so that her lips grazed my cheek and continued lower, kissing along my jawline and down onto my neck. I breathed in the scent of her hair and closed my eyes, studying everything she was doing to me. When she reached the junction of my neck and shoulder, she moved back up, and I felt her warm breath and soft lips kissing their way up to my ear. Instead of kissing me there, though, she licked gently across the outer fold, making me shiver with pleasure.
“Nice kisses everywhere!” she whispered again.
I was entranced by the new sensations, but she was far from done with her tutorial. I felt her weight shift as she let me go and stood up, standing between my legs. Wordlessly, she tugged my arms up and then stripped off my t-shirt in a single motion. Then she stepped back and pulled me to my feet, facing her. One quick tug and my shorts dropped to the floor, leaving my skinny body nude and freeing my cock to slap against my belly. With a grin at my arousal, Marilyn stripped off her dress, tossed it onto my chair, and kicked off her flip-flops. I felt the heat of her body as she stood inches away from me, but I kept my hands at my side, unsure what she had in mind.
“You ready, boy?” she said with a glance at my erection and a quick grin. “But girl not ready yet. So now you hug and kiss.”
“Hug and kiss,” I echoed with a nod. “Like this?” I asked, draping my arms over her shoulders.
“No,” she said briskly. “You put arms around girl’s body. Girl put arms around neck.”
I rearranged myself as directed, and our bodies moved together easily, her small breasts pressing into my chest and her belly coming to rest against my cock, trapping it upright between us. Her arms twined around my neck, and she tilted her face up expectantly. My senses reeled at the full-body contact, but I knew what to do, and I brought my lips down to hers, already parted. Our tongues flicked and teased, and I closed my eyes in concentration and bliss. I was already excited, and I could feel Marilyn’s breath quicken as well during that long, sweet kiss. Her body shifted so that her foot slipped between mine, and suddenly I felt the heat of her pussy against my leg, her soft hair brushing my skin. My cock throbbed between us, and I felt the slippery rush of precum escaping against our bellies.
“Now lie down on bed,” she whispered against my lips. “Time for more nice kisses.”
Reluctantly, I let her go. With a playful shove, she pushed me back onto the bed and climbed up to kneel beside me. One hand wrapped around my cock and stroked slowly in a familiar way. She leaned over me, though, and kissed me once before moving down to kiss each of my nipples and gave each one a quick nip. My hands reflexively found her back and shoulders and stroked them to encourage her.
“You bite and suck, too, okay?” she asked softly to make sure I was paying attention.
“Okay,” I assured her. “Not too hard.”
Satisfied with my response, she moved down more and planted kisses on my stomach. I could feel the anticipation building as her soft lips approached my cock, but she pulled it to one side, kissed my upper thigh, then pulled it the other way and did the same on my other leg.
“You go slow,” she said, lifting her head to look me in the eye. “You don’t want to be pushy boy. You go slow and tease.”
“Go slow and tease,” I repeated.
With a quick smile like a teacher pleased with her student, Marilyn sat up on her heels and cocked her head to one side, her dark hair falling across her shoulder.
“Now you do nice kisses for Marilyn,” she instructed. “Move over.”
With a grin at her demanding tone, I scooted myself over and got to my knees. Marilyn moved to lie full length on my bed, her head resting on the pillow, and I shifted to accommodate her. Like any normal boy, I gazed with awe at the smooth, supple body lying before me. I wanted to explore every inch, but I had no clue where to start!
“First kiss,” she told me softly. “Start with lips.”
I leaned over to obey, resting my weight on my hands as our lips met. She corrected me wordlessly, though, and took my hand to place it on her breast.
“You play with me and kiss,” she said. “Girlfriend will like.”
I nodded and resumed kissing her, my hand roaming her breasts, caressing and squeezing. Remembering what she had shown me before, I alternated sides and pinched her nipples gently. Her kiss grew more intense, and she wrapped her arms around my neck again, letting me fondle her for a long while before pulling my head up a little.
“Very good kiss and play,” she said with a sigh. “Now you do nice kisses everywhere.”
Like a dutiful trainee, I followed her instructions. My lips traveled down her neck, across her collarbone, and down between her breasts, the skin smooth and warm beneath them. Rocking back on my heels, I used both hands to cup her breasts and kissed the undersides before kissing and then sucking each nipple in turn. I knew it was going well when I heard her moan and felt her arms wrapping gently around my neck to hold me in place.
“You do this very nice!” she murmured at last, releasing my head from her embrace. “You like giving nice kisses there?”
“I love it!” I muttered in reply.
“You want to learn next thing?” she asked playfully.
“Anything!”
“You keep kissing there, but give me one hand,” she said with a smile. “I show you.”
Trusting her guidance, I took her hand and resumed kissing between her breasts. When she laid my hand flat on her mound, however, I paused and rose up a little to look down that way.
With an indulgent smile, Marilyn accepted my need to see.
“Okay, boy, you watch. Gentle fingers all the time, okay?”
“Okay, Marilyn. Gentle fingers all the time.”
“Girlfriend like gentle fingers… make her ready for you.”
I nodded as she laid her hand atop mine, interlacing our fingers slightly. At first, she simply drew my hand up and down a few inches so that my fingers trailed through her sparse curls. After a short while, though, she pushed my hand farther down and had me curve my hand so that my fingers traveled along her labia. I could feel heat emanating from her, but I kept calm and let her set the pace, my whole attention locked on the soft pressures of her hand as it guided mine.
On the next curling descent, her middle finger pressed mine into her more firmly, and I felt her lips part. My cock throbbed as I felt the soft, slippery interior opening up to my caress. Marilyn guided me through several repetitions of this, each time pressing more fingers against herself, spreading her juices all around. When she was good and lubricated, she pulled my hand back to the top of her pussy and had me make small circles. On the first full rotation, she gasped.
“Yes, big boy! You rub my peanut gentle, make me feel good like you!”
With that, she released my hand and lay back, pulling her knees up and splaying her legs wide to give me access. I leaned up on one elbow and did exactly as instructed, rubbing soft circles around that sensitive spot. Occasionally, I flicked a glance away from her pussy and took in the rest of her. Her eyes closed, and her brow furrowed with concentration, her white teeth biting her lip gently, and her hands holding her breasts while her thumbs played across each nipple slowly. Her breathing was growing faster, and I could see a sheen of sweat at the edges of her hair.
“So good!” she whispered after a while. “You good student.”
I smiled at the accolade and kept going. In my excitement, though, I started pressing harder and circling faster, eager to see what happened.
“No, no, big boy, you stay the same!” she gasped, her hand moving suddenly down to cover mine again and guide its motion. “When you find what girl like, you keep doing until she finish.”
“Sorry!” I whispered, feeling the weight of my inexperience.
Her hand patted mine, and I saw a look of tolerant amusement lighting her eyes and making her lips curl into a gentle smile.
“You very good student!” she said again. “You rub peanut and make Marilyn cum just like boyfriend!”
I nodded, licked my lips, and returned my gaze to her lower body, moving my hand steadily. I heard her breath catch at one point, and noticed that the muscles of her thighs were taut and quivering. Soon I could see them tensing each time I circled her clit, not that I knew the word for it back then, and I felt her hips move up in time with my stroking.
“Yes, big boy… yes!” she gasped at last, her hand gripping mine hard, pulling it away from her sensitive spot and down to cup her pussy completely.
Her hips thrust upward one last time and stayed there, mashing my fingers hard against her opening. I felt a flutter of muscles there and saw her whole body tense and relax, tense and relax, and I realized she was having an orgasm. Glancing up, I saw her eyes closed tight and noticed a deep flush spreading across the coppery skin of her chest. It must have lasted a full minute before she began to relax; her hips settled down onto the bed, and her grip eased on my fingers as she brought her knees together and sandwiched my hand in place.
“So nice!” she whispered at last.
I looked up, and her eyes were open again, a tired smile showing her small, white teeth and her eyes dark with spent passion. I grinned back at her, thrilled at my accomplishment. Leaning down, I kissed her once more and bit her lip gently the way she had been doing moments before.
“You’re a good teacher!” I whispered, which made her laugh.
“You learning!” she said in a proud, soft voice. “Feel how wet you make me!”
I rubbed her experimentally, amazed at the difference I felt. Not only was she slippery all over, but her lips had expanded and seemed to gape open, almost inviting me into her. I curled my middle finger down and felt it slip in easily, then added another finger and pumped them in and out slowly. The memory of her riding me came flooding back, and I imagined my cock sliding inside her again, which made it throb wildly against my stomach once more. Marilyn felt it, too, and laughed softly.
“Your titi knows she is ready!” she giggled. “But first you have more learning.”
“Anything you want!” I replied with a smile.
“Go down,” she said, gesturing toward the foot of the bed. “Go down and sit by Marilyn feet.”
I complied quickly, getting into position at the foot of the bed.
“Now lie on tummy,” she said, drawing her knees up once more and spreading her legs wide to make room for me.
As I got into position, Marilyn reached down and rubbed her fingers along each side of her pussy, smoothing the tangled black hairs and spreading herself for me. In a moment, I was face-to-face with her pussy, and I could smell the tangy scent of her juices filling my senses.
“These my lips,” she said in her instructor’s voice, pinching each side to show me what she was talking about. “Inside is more lips,” she added, her thumbs spreading herself wider so I could see the dark ripples she stroked with her fingertips. “Up here,” she said a little more firmly, “is peanut. You see it hiding?”
With her spreading herself so obligingly, there was no doubt what she was referring to. I saw a tiny pink bean covered by a fold of darker flesh, the same color as her inner lips.
“It’s so small!” I said with wonder in my voice.
“Small but feel so good!” she answered. “Sometimes boyfriend kiss it for girlfriend.”
“Do you want me to do that for you?” I whispered, my heart thumping at the idea.
“Not today. Today you learn enough already. Marilyn just want to show you.”
“Thank you!” I murmured reverently.
“You good boy, good student. You make girlfriend feel good someday!”
“I hope so!” I replied.
“Now you feel good, too, big boy. Last time Marilyn sit on you, so this time you on top of Marilyn. Move up!”
She beckoned with both hands and kept her legs wide to let me move up and over her body. Holding myself over her in a pushup position, I looked down uncertainly.
“Knees down on bed,” she said with a reassuring smile.
As I settled into place, she drew her feet closer to her butt, pushing her hips upward. With deft hands accustomed to stroking me, she reached down and swirled the precum dripping from my cock all around. Then she tugged on it, urging me lower and guiding the head into the right spot. With a deep sigh, I felt myself slide into the slick channel beneath me and sink all the way in until my hip bones bumped the backs of her thighs. When I was fully engulfed, she reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me down onto her slender frame. I sank down gratefully into her embrace and felt her feet cross behind my thighs, pinning me in place.
“You make me nice and ready, boy, but you go more slow with girlfriend… understand?”
“I will,” I promised faithfully.
“Good boy,” she said with a nod. “Now you kiss and fuck, but slow.”
My lips came down on hers, and our tongues met. With my weight on my elbows and knees, I could move easily, so I raised my hips and pulled back, then sank full-length inside her. Her inner muscles gripped me in both directions, parting reluctantly each time to let me back in. Her skin was warm against mine, her arms and legs held me tightly, and our tongues played gentle games as I thrust again and again into her body. I took it slowly as instructed, but I could feel the tingle of orgasm beginning after a few timeless minutes, so I broke our kiss.
“Marilyn,” I whispered urgently. “I think I’m going to…”
“Not yet!” she whispered back with a grin. “You still need to be student today!”
I paused my thrusting, looking down at her and wondering what she was talking about.
“Pull up!” she said, releasing her leg-lock and letting go of my neck.
I pulled out entirely and hovered over her, waiting to see what came next. With a wicked smile, Marilyn moved quickly below me, flipping over to lie face down on the cotton coverlet and shoving the pillow out of the way. Her firm little ass lay directly beneath my dripping cock, and her hand snaked down behind her back to grasp it firmly.
“There lots of ways to feel good,” she said conversationally. “Sometimes you slow down and go in new position.”
When I didn’t reply, Marilyn tilted my cock down between her legs and pulled me lower by that convenient handle, guiding me so that the tip slid along her labia and found the opening.
“Find the hole,” she instructed, “and do nice kissing on back and neck.”
Understanding what she wanted, I twisted my hips until I found the right angle and sank into her pussy once more, my stomach coming to rest against her tight ass. With that accomplished, I draped myself along her back and dutifully kissed across her shoulder blades. She helpfully pushed her hair, now damp with sweat, out of the way and turned her face to the side so I could see her smile. Then I kissed her neck and the cheek facing me, even pausing at her ear to lick teasingly the way she had done for me earlier. She chuckled at my improvisation.
Without conscious thought, my hips began a steady rhythm, rocking on the fulcrum of her ass and sinking deeply inside her. This new position let me enjoy a whole new view, and I found for the first time that a woman’s back is a very sexy sight, especially when it’s underneath you as you fuck her steadily. The muscles bunched and moved with my rhythm, and I heard Marilyn moan a little each time I filled her pussy.
After several minutes, though, she was ready for something else.
“Up now, back on knees!” she said, pushing down on the mattress to raise her torso.
I complied willingly, pulling out and kneeling there eagerly to see what came next. She rose up onto her hands and knees, settling her feet outside my knees. When I looked down, she arched her back and her hips raised up, giving me a perfect view of her gaping pussy. As she flipped her hair over to one side, she looked back at me, staring down at her, and grinned again. Then she wiggled her ass from side to side and added to the lesson.
“This way you go very deep, so you go slow for girl,” she instructed.
“Okay,” I agreed as I shuffled forward on my knees to get in position.
My hands automatically found her hips as my cock lined up with her opening, and with a few final adjustments, I slid into her in one easy motion. We both gasped at the same time as my cock bumped something deep inside her and I froze, scared that I had hurt her.
“So deep, big boy!” she muttered. “Go slow, but go deep.”
Afraid to hurt her, I kept my pace slow and steady, trying not to bump too hard against the hidden obstruction. She wasn’t as tight in this position, and I felt like I could fuck her forever. My breathing was deep and steady, and I moved in and out easily, savoring every inch of friction. As I fucked her, Marilyn let her head droop forward and, after a while, fell to her elbows. I adjusted to the new angle by spreading my legs a bit and kept on going. Then she lowered herself even more so that her chest was against the covers. Her upper body moved again after a few strokes. I felt something brush my balls and realized she had slipped a hand down to her crotch. The second-hand movement I felt let me know that she was rubbing her peanut in a steady rhythm, which I wished I could see.
The whole morning had been a thrill, but knowing that I was fucking a woman who was masturbating raised my excitement to new heights. I tried to keep control, but I know she felt me speeding up and heard my breath quickening.
“You cum soon,” she said, her voice muffled by the covers. “You cum and Marilyn cum, too!”
“Yes!” I moaned, feeling a surge of excitement at the idea.
Despite my efforts at control, my pace quickened even more, and I pushed harder, pulling her hips back against me instinctively as I sought to bury myself full and plant my seed as far inside her as I could reach. This time, though, she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she began to moan each time I bottomed out, but it sounded like pure pleasure, not pain.
“Yes, Mister Steve!” she moaned at last. “You make me cum!”
When she said that, I lost control as well. I felt her pussy clamp down on me, and a rush of juices washed over my trembling cock just before it exploded. Spurt after spurt vanished inside her as I gripped her hard against my thighs, quivering with the power of the orgasm ripping through me. Finally, with shaking limbs, we rolled onto our sides. My cock slipped out of her, but stayed trapped against her ass as we arranged ourselves tightly together, my arm protectively wrapped around her to cup her breast as our breathing slowed.
“You learn very good, Mister Steve,” she whispered, “You make girlfriend happy.”
“I’ll never forget you, Marilyn,” I whispered into her hair. “Thank you.”