Dorsai - Marilyns Return

I pressed forward again, and something under an inch of my manhood slid further into her before I stopped again to give her time to not only adjust to having me inside, but to let me know if she was having any pain, or any difficulty. After a few seconds, she lifted her hips a bit to let me know to go on. I think it surprised her when I withdrew a bit, but when I pushed in again, another half inch went inside her before I felt the head of my penis touch her maidenhead. I could see in her eyes that she could feel it, too – but she didn't show any sign of fear or discomfort. I waited a little bit, though, before easing myself out to re-distribute her oils, then entering her again – only to be surprised when I felt the head of my penis hit, then slip past, her hymen. I saw a brief flicker of something cross her face, and immediately stopped, asking her "Are you okay, Marilyn? Does it hurt?"

She gave me an absolutely stunning smile before answering "I'm fine, Tito Dan – it doesn't hurt even a little bit. I felt a little bit of a pull, but that was all. It feels good to have you inside me!"

I knew I was past where her cherry had been, but she wasn't showing even the slightest indication of any discomfort. If anything, she seemed quite pleased that we were past that point. Nothing to do but keep going.

I slid out of her a little ways again and then back in – even further, so that a bit over half my penis was inside her. She was incredibly tight inside – as you'd figure a virgin (or former virgin, by that time) would be. But she was also very wet; that was the only thing that I could think of that made it possible for me to enter her as far and as quickly as I had. More mystifying to me, though, was the apparent ease with which she was accepting me – there wasn't the slightest indication on her part that she was having any trouble having me stretch her inside, as I knew I must be doing. I finally just told myself "Fuck it. Drive on." and proceeded to finish making a woman of her.

A couple more strokes, and I felt the head of my penis touch the deepest part of her even as my pelvis was coming into contact with hers. When that happened, she got a Mona Lisa type of smile on her face and I knew that I'd made her happy – at least, a little bit. She wouldn't really be satisfied, I knew, until I'd brought her to orgasm by making love to her. With the knowledge that she was able to accept me without discomfort, I proceeded to try and satisfy her wishes and desires.

Over the course of the next couple of minutes, I slowly began thrusting in and out of her, steadily increasing the pace of my movements. As I did, I could see in her face that not only was she comfortable with what I was doing, but actually enjoying it. It wasn't long before I was steadily pistoning in and out of her while the liquid sounds of our joining filled the room – along with the heady aroma of her increasing arousal and the sounds of her pleasure.

Looking down to where we were coupled, I watched as my penis slid in and out of her: her labia were small and thin enough that they barely moved. Instead, they remained parted, her clitoris exposed at the top of her cleft. Her eyes were closed at first, but she opened them and saw where I was looking. She lifted her head to look, too, and I heard her moan before she whispered "O, diyos, ito asta pagayon sexy!"; my limited Tagalog was enough to let me know that she liked what she was seeing.

She let her head fall back, looking up at me with a mixture of love and lust plain on her face.

I lowered my body, resting on my elbows to hold myself over her as I continued thrusting into her wet, tight channel. As I did, I could feel the hard nubbins of her erect nipples dragging back and forth across my chest – something that must have felt as good to her as it did to me, since she tried to press herself against me even more to increase the sensation. As I continued to slide in and out of her, she lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind my back to open herself to me even further – making it even easier for me to plunder the depths of her womanhood.

The two of began kissing, while her nipples continued to dance intricate designs on my chest in time with the rhythms of our mating. Compared to the coolness of her skin, the depths of her vagina felt like a small blast furnace around my manhood.

It wasn't much longer before I began to feel faint twinges of her sheath around me; a couple more minutes, and they had grown to distinct, rhythmic clenching, and I knew that she was approaching her first orgasm as a young woman. I continued my rhythm, since it seemed to be working so well for her, and was rewarded as the spasms of her vagina grew stronger and more frequent – until, finally, she threw her head back and cried out softly as she clamped down on me in whatcould only be her release.

I held myself deep inside her, delighting in the sensations she was creating around me as wave after wave of her climax coursed through her young body. She gasped and moaned and tossed her head, making her hair fly as she found the pleasure she'd sought. After she'd gone through several spasms around me, I heard her draw a deep, ragged breath before she opened her eyes – looking up at me, but not seeing me as a few more waves of release overtook her. Only when several seconds went by with out a repeat did she seem to see me; even then it took her another few seconds before she actually seemed to recognizeme. But when she did, she threw her arms around me and pulled me down, hugging me fiercely as she cried her joy into my chest.

When she released me, I raised myself off of her again and listened as she told me "Oh, thank you, Tito Dan! That was so much better than I thought it would be!"

I smiled at her and answered "But we're not done yet, Marilyn – unless you want to be" before sliding my still-erect penis out of her a little ways. Her eyes grew wide, and before she could speak I told her "Remember, I told you that after I have a climax – which you gave me – I could make love longer. So we can make love some more, if that is what you want…"

She got a delighted expression on her face and told me "I want that!"

In very short order, I was making love to her again, much to her pleasure and delight.

I don't know how much longer we continued to make love with each other. I only know that when I started to get a little tired from the position we started in, she saw the sweat starting to develop on my face, and wanted us to change to a different position that would be easier on me. We settled on 'doggy', and I was able to bring her to two more orgasms before THAT position got to be too much. Next, at her insistence, I lay down on my back and she was the one on top – where she was able to bring both of us to a climax as she eagerly bounced herself up and down on my manhood. When we uncoupled, I got up andwent in to get a washcloth to clean us of our combined juices – and a few traces of blood. When I started to clean the area between her thighs, she tried to protest "I will be the one to do that!" – but gave in when I firmly told her "No, I will." Then I went and got each of us something to drink, and a snack; when I got back, she gladly snuggled into my side as we refreshed ourselves. After we'd rested for a bit, we got up and took a shower together – something that pleased her greatly was having me washing her cute little body with my bare hands and a bar of soap. She did the same for me, and I have to say that it was quite enjoyable having her cool, nimble fingers cleaning me off.

After we'd dried each other off, we went to bed; she insisted that I lay on my back so she could lay on her side next to me, one arm on my chest and one of her legs draped across mine as I held my arm around her. After a number of soft, gentle, loving kisses, we finally fell asleep.