I sat up and tossed aside my own bathrobe, and then arranged the pillows so we could lean against them in bed and read side by side. Marilyn flipped through some pages and I commented on several that we had already done, basically missionary and a couple of girl-on-top varieties. I pointed out several more, in the doggy style, that I knew she would enjoy. Then when we flipped to the oral stage, she looked at me shyly. "I don't know how to do that. What if I do it wrong?"
I had to smile at that. "Well, as long as you don't bite it off, I'm sure the scarring will heal."
"That's not being very helpful."
"Okay, so let's give you a lesson." All this talk and looking at the book had already gotten me stiff. I had Marilyn scoot her butt down and roll between my legs so she was face to face with me, so to speak. I gave her a quick lesson in the male anatomy, with some highlights and important thoughts thrown in. "Now, one very important lesson is 'No Teeth!' Nothing turns off a guy quicker than the prospect of being bitten. Very important. Also, be very careful with the little guys down below." I lifted my nut sack up and Marilyn moved a finger to touch them. I gently swatted her fingers away. "Be very careful. Some guys like it when you touch them there and play with them, but not me. Don't fiddle with them."
She looked at me with a wrinkled brow. "But how do I touch you without touching you? I don't get it."
"All I'm saying is just be careful. Speaking in an evolutionary sense, exterior testicles are a really poor design decision."
She gave me a wry look at that.
Holding my cockshaft, I bent it down and aimed my cockhead at her face. "Here's a useful tip for all you amateurs out there. Most of the nerve endings are here at the end." I used my index finger to describe an area around the glans. "There's not so many back along the shaft." I pointed there as well. "That means you can provide maximum pleasure by concentrating up here, and simply jacking the shaft down here. Deep throat is vastly overrated."
"What are you, some kind of tour guide?", she asked.
"I told you, I teach the advanced classes."
"Well, behave before I break one of those rules you told me about earlier." She stuck out an index finger and moved it close to my balls.
"Yes, ma'am!", I replied contritely. Some guys like that sort of thing, but even looking funny at my nuts will make me cringe. I hadn't enjoyed my vasectomy at all, and if we ended up with kids and Marilyn wanted me to do it, it would be a very unpleasant repeat for me.
"What's deep throat?"
"I'll rent the movie someday." She looked mystified at that. Porn was not something on the curriculum back at UCA.
"So what's next?", she asked.
"Now we get to the lab work." Marilyn's eyes opened wide at that. I moved my cock around so that the head was near her lips. "Open wide and say 'Ahhh!' This won't hurt you a bit!"
She smiled and said, "You are really pushing your luck, Mister Instructor." Still, she did what I asked, and opened her mouth. I pushed the end of my cock inside, only about an inch or so, and she reflexively closed her lips around me.
Ohh, that felt so good, so warm and wet. "Oh, yeah, just like that." She suckled on the tip for another minute and then looked up at my eyes. "Yeah, just suck that and don't stop. Now, jack me off at the same time." I took one of her hands and put it on my cock, and she instinctively began pumping me. Now it was really feeling good! "Oh, that's good, don't stop, don't stop."
Marilyn was starting to get into a rhythm and was beginning a very pleasant suction on my cock. "Baby, just keep doing that, just like that ... don't stop, keep going ... don't change what you're doing, it feels good ... keep going, don't stop..." Historically, Marilyn had a tendency to keep trying to shift around or change technique and it was very distracting. Now I wanted to teach her correctly right from the start. "Just like that, don't stop ... can you taste me? ... don't stop, don't stop ... that's my pre-come ... keep going, just like that ... that means I'm getting close, oh God, it's so good ... don't stop ... when I come, keep sucking and pumping me, don't be surprised ... oh, so good..." Marilyn was a very apt pupil. She stayed in position with about an inch or two of my cock in her mouth, suctioning away, as she pumped my shaft.
"That's it, don't stop, don't stop..." I felt it racing up my shaft and suddenly spurt into her mouth. She backed off, and the second spurt hit her on the chin, but then she moved back and sucked me some more while she finished milking me dry. I just gasped and sagged back against the pillows with a dopey grin on my face.
Marilyn looked up at me with some come on her lips and chin. "I guess I did okay?"
"Baby, that was great."
She swallowed and grimaced. "It's not exactly champagne." She wiped off her face with her hand, and then stared at what was now on her hand. "It's actually kind of yucky."
I had no reply other than a shrug of my shoulders. "It is what it is. I'm told it gets better with practice, so I promise to keep licking your pussy if you keep sucking my cock."
"I think I need to clean up."
I followed Marilyn to the bathroom, where she washed her face and drank some water. I leaned against the door frame. "On the plus side, nobody has ever gotten pregnant from a blowjob. I am guessing that your Mom is not sucking your Dad's cock, not if you've got nine brothers and sisters."
"Gross! I don't even want to think about that!"
I laughed and crept up behind her and rubbed a finger down between her buttcheeks. "Remember that section in the book about this? Can't get pregnant that way either!"
"Gross, gross, gross!"
I laughed some more and went back to bed. I lay down and fell asleep.
I woke up with Marilyn wrapped up in her robe and snuggled up against me, snoring. If there is one bad thing about her, it's that she snores. Loud! The kids used to joke about it even. I can remember one night when she went to bed early, and started snoring so bad my children asked, incredulously, "You sleep with that?!" It never really bothered me. If she snored too loud, I'd elbow her in the back and she'd roll over and I could fall asleep before she started snoring again.
I pinched her nostrils together gently and after a moment she roused herself and started swatting at me blindly. She looked at me angrily and I said, "You were snoring."
"I wasn't!"
I nodded. "Yes, you were."
"I don't snore!" I just laughed at that. "Well, you snore, too!"
"No, I don't. I stayed up one night and proved it."
"Ha, ha, ha, Mister Smarty Pants!"
"You'd prefer I was a Dummy Pants?" That got her to stick her tongue out at me, which just made me laugh even more. "Get up and get dressed. Let's get something to eat."
"How formal are we going to be?" Marilyn swung her feet to the floor and stood up. She looked so young and innocent standing there, barefoot in that oversized bathrobe.
"Let's just go down the Boardwalk and get some pizza and a beer. Maybe tonight we can go out."
Marilyn simply smiled and nodded, and ten minutes later we were heading back down the Boardwalk in short, tee shirts, and sneakers. Although it was about six and the crowds were all thinning out, there were still a number of places open, and we stopped at the first one where we could get a few slices and a beer. I loaded mine up with red pepper and we sat down to look out at the beach. "So, what did you have in mind for tonight?", asked Marilyn.