Eventually I decided I was probably about as sunburned as I wanted to be today, so I stowed my book and stood up. “Let’s hit the water and then clean up.” Marilyn slipped the book inside the bag and ran with me down to the water. We fucked around and splashed each other, and I copped quite a few feels once we got deep enough to hide my actions. I even slipped a hand down into her bikini bottom and fingerfucked her to orgasm as she clung to me.
“You are being very naughty,” she whispered afterwards.
“Advanced training, remember.” I grabbed her hand and we walked out of the surf and back to our beach towels. We cleaned up all of our stuff and headed back inside.
Once in our rooms, I steered her towards her room. “Go clean up and come over in a few minutes.” She was a little mystified as to why I wasn’t showering with her, but Marilyn simply nodded and padded off to her room. I took the duffel bag into my room and opened it up. The towels went into a corner of the bathroom, along with my swimsuit and tee shirt. I put Dumas on the dresser, and the Kama Sutra on the nightstand, along with a few condom packets. Then I jumped into the shower and washed clean. I dried off quickly and pulled on my bathrobe. I came out of the bathroom just in time to greet Marilyn coming into my room, also wearing a Hilton bathrobe.
I sat down on my bed and stretched out, and Marilyn joined me, Lying down next to me and turning to face me. “Have I told you today just how beautiful you are?” I asked.
She blushed. “I don’t know.”
“Well, you are absolutely gorgeous.”
“I think you just like seeing me in my bikini.”
I tugged loose the belt holding her robe together, and found her naked underneath. “You’re not wearing a bikini now.” I slipped a hand inside her robe and caressed the smooth skin beneath it. She still felt warm and slightly damp from the shower. My hand went behind her back and pulled her closer. Marilyn moaned happily and I moved my lips to hers. She returned my kisses feverishly, and reached between us and inside of my robe, to grab onto my stiff cock and start stroking me.
I had something a little different in mind, though. I maneuvered her so that she was laying on her back, but then I threw a leg over hers and kept her trapped there, with her legs spread apart. Then I took one of her hands, the one on her far side, and gently tugged it down between her legs. Much like I had done the other day, using my hand to guide hers in jerking me off, now I guided her hand into caressing her most intimate region.
Marilyn was breathing hard and turned her face towards mine. I kept her one hand between her legs, while her other hand stroked me slowly. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Marilyn gave me a guilty look and didn’t answer, so I kept pressing her, even as I forced her fingers into her slit. “Haven’t you!?” I demanded.
“Yes,” she finally whispered.
“Before you met me, or after?” Again she resisted and I stepped up the pressure some, lowering my face to her chest and lightly flicking my tongue across her nipples. “Before or after?”
“Both,” she admitted. “Stop it. I need you.” She tried tugging me onto her, but I resisted.
“Is this how you did it?” She nodded silently. “Did you come when you did it?”
“Not like when you do it. Oh, just fuck me! Don’t be so mean! I need you!”
“I want you to keep playing with yourself. I want you to come when you think about me. I want you to fuck yourself.” I kept whispering in her ear how I wanted her to pleasure herself over and over, and Marilyn began orgasming, humping her ass up off the bed and whining for me to fuck her.
Eventually I relented. Pulling away, I grabbed one of the foil wrappers and tore it open, even as Marilyn watched me through glazed eyes. Then I had it on and I crawled over her. She was practically lifeless as I sank into her, except for the gasping sighs as I started fucking her. “Is this what you wanted me to do?” I teased her in a whisper.
“Uh huh.”
“Tell me. Tell me what you want,” I ordered her.
“Don’t be so mean, You know what I want.” By this point Marilyn had her arms and legs wrapped around me, and was fucking herself up at me as fiercely as I was fucking my cock down into her greasy pussy.
“Tell me!” I demanded. She continued resisting until I smiled and pulled out, leaving just the tip of my cock inside her. “Tell me!”
Marilyn cried and tried to force me back deeper but then she gave in. “Oh, God, fuck me! I need you to fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!”
I slammed back in and Marilyn shot off in another wailing orgasm. I kept pounding into her and she kept coming, and then I filled the rubber with a nice large load. I collapsed on top of her, and we were both breathing raggedly for several minutes. After a few minutes like that, I reached between us and grabbed the end of the rubber and rolled off, to remove the condom and drop it onto the floor.
“That is still gross,” she complained.
“You know the answer,” I reminded her.
Marilyn shucked off her bathrobe and lay back down in my arms. After a few minutes more, she reached up and over my head (pushing her tits into my face, but I didn’t complain) and then she grabbed the book on the nightstand.
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.