Fantasy Flight Book 2Chapter 13
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SixChapter 12: Marylin free porn video
Marylin was the last to sleep with him. Her religious hangups kept her questioning herself and her motives. She seemed to think that it was alright if she didn’t enjoy it, if it was a duty. But if she enjoyed it then she was giving herself up to lust.
“But isn’t lust a natural emotion? We’ve been given these feelings, isn’t it just the church trying to control everything that gets in the way?” Martin asked. She was lying beside him in bed, her nightdress half way up her thighs, and yet she was still unsure. “Well, we can just cuddle. I told you before, all of you; I won’t force the issue. I wouldn’t with Cheryl, so I won’t with you. Not that I would in any other circumstances, either. I’d make a hopeless Viking, rape and pillage only if you agree and sign a disclaimer.” He was smiling at her, she nuzzled in to the crook of his arm. The restrictions on sex and sex before marriage and what was allowed and what wasn’t all began to seem overly complex and not fit for today’s world. She liked him. Her mother had once, only once, alluded to waiting for her wedding night, and how it hadn’t been a success. She’d been drinking with Marylin, and she wasn’t used to it, so a couple of glasses of Pinot Noir meant she was 100% over her normal limit. Mr Harvey was away on business and they had decided to have a ‘girls’ night’ a romantic movie and an Indian takeaway and “shall we get some wine? Oh why not? I’m sure he’s having a lovely dinner in some swanky hotel” (actually he was eating his room service meal alone in a poorly lit hotel room, trying to make sense of the day’s meetings in preparation for tomorrow; but people who don’t travel on business often think it is more luxurious than it really is).
The film had some girl wanting to wait until she was married and then eventually agreeing to sleep with the man who she thinks is Mr Right, but of course is Mr Wrong, and then discovering Mr Right was the nerdy, speccy, guy from round the corner who she had loved all the time without realising. “We waited.” said Marylin’s mother, “it wasn’t a success. Neither of us knew what to do ... oops, maybe too much information?” Marylin held her breath and said nothing, hoping for more, though not with any biological detail. She gathered that her mother had found it uncomfortable, unpleasant and embarrassing. But she also gathered that her mother still thought it was the right thing to do. Had her mother found it improved after? Well, Marylin had always assumed her parents had a largely sexless marriage – most teenagers hope this is the case, but in Marylin’s case it was for good reason. In other words, no, it never got good enough for Mrs Harvey to want to go to bed with Mr Harvey, she did it as a duty until she could stop. That’s why Marylin was an only child.
She thought through all this as she lay with a naked man in his bed with a clear erection and desire for her. She took a mental deep breath and reached down and stroked his penis. He gave a little shiver (of delight). “Sure? Oh good. We’ll take it really slowly.”
“I’m not sure what to do. Tell me what you like.”
“I like what you’re doing, but I’d like it more if I could feel your naked body against mine.” She sat up and pulled off her nightdress. He slid down the bed and pulled down her panties. She hadn’t intended to reveal herself entirely, so quickly, but now she had, she liked it. She liked his kissing her labia too, and his tongue between them and then inside her.
She wasn’t entirely innocent, she’d played with herself from the age of nine; and at twelve the ‘funny feelings’ had erupted into a full-blown orgasm. So she was actually one of the more experienced in her school, at that age. She knew what a climax was, and a multiple-orgasm. On Guide camp, when she was a junior leader in charge of a tent, she had been willing to talk to her young charges quietly and frankly, which the three girls sharing were grateful for. But when her friends began to give themselves over to boys insistent requests for more and more intimacy, she had held back. The girls rarely seemed to enjoy themselves, it often seemed more of a duty (like her Mum, Marylin thought. So whether you wait, or you don’t, it all seems to be about female duty and male pleasure).
Martin’s finger brought her back to the present, as it stroked her perineum. She hadn’t realised the erotic potential of another’s fingers down there. It was lovely. Five minutes later, she had her first oral orgasm; as she started to erupt, she was aware of a finger stroking her anal ring. It made it all even more sensuous. Martin knew not to push his finger in, he knew she would react badly to anal sex.
“I thought I was giving you sex, not the other way round.” a perspiring Marylin said.
“We have plenty of time. Can I ask, do you use tampons?” she looked at him in confusion. “I mean, do you have a hymen?”
“Oh, no, sorry. I...” she was about to say she had fingered herself once by mistake and broken it. She had told her mother it was an early period, which her mother believed. Marylin couldn’t be quite open enough with Martin to tell him; at least, she thought, not yet.
“I just want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”
He slid a finger inside her and then withdrew it and gave it to her to taste, she had admitted that she had never tasted her vagina. “Well, I mean I can’t. I can’t bend over that far, I wish I could. I mean, I wish I was that flexible. Not for ‘that’ but just...” she had tailed of as Martin laughed and agreed that he wished she was that flexible too. Now he gave her a fingerful of her juice to taste. She sucked it off his finger and grimaced. “It’s horrible. Urrgh, how can you? Is it just me or are all girllllsssss.” she got distracted as he demonstrated how much he liked tasting her by sliding down and licking her all over again. She tried to pull him away, but he was determined and she quickly gave in to the pleasant experience of being licked out by a loving man.
“I love the taste, your taste. I could spread it on toast and have it for breakfast.” He wasn’t even suggesting that she should open her legs for him.
“Do you want me to ... to suck you off? Or do you want, you know... ?”
“If you’ll let me, I’d like to lie on you and open you with my rock hard penis and gently insert it further and further into you.” She pulled him onto her and wondered if she’d tell her mother that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. The entrance hurt a little, it was more the surprise of the entrance than real pain. She knew it all in theory, but when he pushed in, she still found it strange. Then she found it pleasant. She was being invaded by another person; ‘the two become one’ – she understood what that meant now. Then she started heading towards a third orgasm; which surprised her. She’d read how it could be hard to reach a climax face-to-face, and especially on the first time. But there it was, a wave of warmth covering her, and he was pulsating inside her and making odd grunting noises.
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