I lay on top of her for another minute or so, as we caught our breaths, and then I rolled over onto my back. "That was ... amazing.", I told her.
"So, do you think I missed you?", she asked in a teasing fashion. Neither one of us moved to get dressed.
"I think you missed me. I missed you, too."
She glanced down at both our crotches, now wet and sticky. "Yeah, I think you did."
I watched what she was looking at. "Was it better without the rubbers?"
"Oh my God, those things are awful! I never want to use them again!"
"I agree. I'll do anything you want me to, but anything else, please." I could feel myself starting to get hard again.
"It does make things a bit messier this way.", Marilyn commented.
"Maybe, but there's no incriminating evidence to dispose of, either. Would you want to explain that to your parents?", I asked.
"That's not even funny!", she said, but she was smiling as she did so.
"Why don't you see about doing something to clean me up?", I suggested. I pulled my shirt off and then lay back down on the bedroll.
Marilyn stripped off her own clothing, and I was able to see her in her glorious nakedness again, getting me even harder. She kissed her way down my chest until she was face to face with Little Carl. "Is this what you had in mind?", she said with a giggle, and then licked my cock.
I gave a happy twitch and simply murmured happily, and put my hands in that long chocolate brown hair and kept her down there. I suppose my original thought had been to just get a little clean, but Marilyn did a very thorough job. She licked my cock clean, slowly, and was gently stroking it and sucking the cockhead, and generally driving me nuts. Then she started sucking harder, and jacking me harder, and I just said 'Fuck it!' "Don't stop ... keep going...", I whispered, as I started thrusting my hips upwards, to drive my cock up into her mouth. The various training sessions we had back in Ocean City paid off. Marilyn kept going, and I kept whispering to her, and then I gave in. "Yes, yes ... don't stop ... keep sucking ... just like that, don't stop ... yes ... that's it!" Marilyn kept sucking as I spurted in her mouth, and she swallowed it down.
Marilyn popped to her feet and went running out of the library. "Back in a bit!", she mumbled. I just lay there in a happy daze.
Marilyn came back a few minutes later, and sank down on the floor again. "Sorry about that, but I needed to pee and clean up, too."
"Not a problem." I studied her as she sat there next to me. "You are so beautiful." I looked between her legs, and it looked like she had really cleaned up well. "You know, I might be able to return the favor, but only if you promise to keep from screaming my name over and over and waking your parents up."
That got me a slug in the shoulder. "I'll try to keep the racket down. Why don't you try to make me noisy?" She lay back on the floor and spread her legs wide.
"I'm a man who likes a challenge. Just remember, we tried this a couple of times in Ocean City and I always won."
"I just let you think you won!"
"I think I can tell for sure." I lay down on the floor between her legs and started to slowly lick on the inside of her thighs. Marilyn gave an involuntary squeal and I smiled and raised my head. "See, I told you I can tell."
"You just startled me."
"Give me a minute and I'll really startle you." I flicked my tongue across her slit and got another little jump out of her.
"Just don't do anything to wake up my parents!", she warned me.
"Honey, if they catch us now, no matter what happens, we are both dead! If you're going to scream out my name, pull a pillow over your face!" With that, I went to work. Now, while eating pussy isn't always my favorite meal, it isn't a bad menu choice, either, and the ladies certainly think it's a good idea. Likewise, while creampies aren't my fetish of choice, Marilyn had cleaned up enough it wasn't a problem. I avoided trying to lick my way to China, and concentrated on that little red nub hidden away at the top. Within seconds Marilyn was thrashing underneath me, and whimpering loudly.
For the first few minutes, Marilyn had her hands in my hair, holding me head in place between her legs. That didn't last long, however; within ten minutes, Marilyn was demanding, in a hoarse whisper, that I get on top of her and fuck her. I gave a last lick to her clit and moved back into position. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my head. Her eyes were closed and her head was tucked into the corner of my neck and shoulder, and she was holding onto me for dear life. Marilyn moaned and whimpered beneath me, and I could feel her kissing and sucking on my neck.
I was going to have a hickey in the morning. I decided to let Marilyn explain that one!
Because I had already come twice that night, I was able to last longer, and I gave Marilyn a good ride. Still, she looked and felt so good, and she was being so enthusiastic, when I did come, it was another nice load, and I felt a pleasant ache in my nuts from being drained out. I was done for the night. We slowly untangled and I gently kissed my beloved. "I love you so much!", I whispered to her.
"Oh, I wish I didn't have to leave here.", she said.
"Well, if you don't somebody is going to be very surprised in the morning!"
"No shit!" She smiled at me. "I'd better get dressed again." She reached out and grabbed for her tee shirt and jeans.
I grabbed my own pants. "I told you I could win the bet."
"What? Oh! I think you cheated!"
"How?", I asked with a laugh.
"I don't know, but you must have cheated. I want a rematch!"
"Any time!"
By now Marilyn was dressed, though she had stuffed her bra and panties in her pants pockets. "What was the bet for, anyhow?"
I had to think about it for a second. "If I won, you'd go to bed with me, and if you won, I'd go to bed with you."
"Spoken like a true mathematician!" She leaned down and kissed me. "We'll have to see about that rematch."
Chapter 36: Lefleur Homes
Well, I slept happy that night, let me tell the world! It was the sleep of a well fucked man! All good things must end, however, so I woke at six the next morning when my alarm clock went off. I stumbled off to the bathroom, where I found that, yes, Marilyn had given me a hickey. It was low down, where it would be covered by a shirt, but only if it had a collar. No tee shirt today.
This reminded me of a time when my parents were staying with us. My Dad hadn't gotten sick yet, so we must have been in our mid-forties, and Marilyn got extra amorous one night. My mother made a number of amused comments about my 'bruise' the next morning, much to my embarrassment!
I relieved myself, and then went back to the library. I cleaned up my bedroll and made sure the evidence had been cleaned up or destroyed, and then I changed. I put on some running shorts and yesterday's tee shirt, and dug some socks and my running shoes out. It was time for my morning routine. I stretched the kinks out and then let myself out of the house.