Afterwards, I smiled at her. “Oh, baby, thank you. That was very nice.”
“That was all right?” she asked tentatively. There was some of my come on her hand and she was eyeing it curiously.
I grinned at her. “Honey, guys are pretty easy to figure out. This…” I said, pointing to the jism sprayed on my torso “… is sort of the desired outcome. We get this, we’re happy. We’re very simple creatures.”
That got a nice giggle from her, and she calmed down quite a bit. I took the moment to teach her a little about Little Carl and the boys, and even about the end result. She offered to go get a washcloth, and I said that was probably a good idea. While she went to the bathroom, I rolled over and opened my night stand drawer, and pulled out a box of Trojans I had picked up. It was sitting there on the night stand when she came back in.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“That’s the next lesson.” I had Marilyn wash me off, and then she looked around to place the wash cloth somewhere, so I just grabbed it and tossed it aside. “Everything washes out, but some things need dry cleaning,” I explained. “That’s where your robe is. I sent it out for dry cleaning this morning.”
“I was wondering about that. Wait a minute! That means they might know what happened?” Marilyn had an alarmed look to her face as she considered the implications.
I just had to laugh at that. “Trust me, Marilyn we aren’t the first two people to have stayed in this hotel who’ve had sex. I don’t think it will be a problem.”
She gave me a shy look and smiled at that, and then glanced back at the box of rubbers. “So, what’s that?”
“That, my dear, is a box of prophylactic condoms, otherwise known as rubbers. They are used during the act of sexual intercourse to prevent the transmission of disease and to prevent pregnancy. I assume the nuns over at UCA didn’t get around to explaining how these work.” I picked up the box and opened the top.
Marilyn colored and laughed. “It wasn’t in the curriculum!”
“Well, these work a whole lot better than the Pope’s approved version.” She gave me a curious look. “The rhythm method. I would think with your family you’d know about that, but then again, with ten kids, I don’t think your folks are being too rhythmic.”
“I don’t think so. This definitely isn’t on the Pope’s list of things to do,” she replied.
“Really? I wonder what method he uses?” I asked innocently. As anticipated, this earned me a squeal of outrage. “Don’t be so hasty, babe. Read up on your history of the popes. The Borgia popes had both wives and mistresses, and they weren’t the only ones. But I digress…” I pulled out a foil wrapped rubber from the box and held it up for her to see.
“Now, step one, Mister Happy needs to be very happy first.” I took her hand and placed it back on my semi-limp cock. She had the program figured out now, and a minute or two later I was pleasantly stiff again. For step two I demonstrated opening up the foil wrapper and extracting the device, and then had her watch as I did the banana demonstration using my own personal banana. Then I grinned at her. I slipped a finger between her legs and ran it into her pussy. She was quite wet and ready to go. “Now, I think it’s time for a test run.”
Marilyn happily rolled onto her back and spread her legs. I climbed over her and inserted Little Carl, now wearing his protective raincoat, and sank in deeply. There was a whole lot less drama this time and a whole lot more pleasure. She was very tight, but not uncomfortably so, and she was very juicy. I had to concentrate not to blow my load too soon, and I was whispering to her the entire time about how good it was. I kept asking her to tell me what she wanted, but Marilyn has a very hard time concentrating on such things during sex. Her natural reaction is to simply lay there and enjoy it. Nor is she naturally vocal. I had to train her there before, and I knew I would have to do so again. It wasn’t an unpleasant prospect.
Eventually Little Carl and I both had very satisfying conclusions, and from the sounds Marilyn was making, she was satisfied as well. I collapsed onto her, and then rolled over to my side, making sure to reach down and grab the used rubber so it wouldn’t slip off. Marilyn noticed this and watched with considerable distaste as I peeled it off. “Ooohh, yuck! Gross!” She looked really horrified when I dropped it on the floor on top of the washcloth already there.
“It is what it is, babe,” I told her. “It’s better than the alternative.”
“Oh?”
“You bet, MOM.”
She stuck her tongue out at me. “Not interested. I am not having a baby while my mother is still having babies!”
“There is an alternative. When you get back home, go to Planned Parenthood and get on the Pill. I’m not all that thrilled with these things either.”
She just nodded in agreement and then looked back at the box and towards me. “You were planning this?”
“Let’s just say I was certainly hoping, and the Scout Slogan is ‘Be Prepared.’”
“I find it very difficult to believe you were ever a Boy Scout!”
I really had to laugh at that, so I sat upright, gave the Scout Sign, right hand up, middle three fingers upright and the thumb and pinky folded in, and said,
“On my honor, I will do my best
To do my duty to God and my country and to obey the Scout Law;
To help other people at all times; and
To keep myself physically strong, mentally awake and morally straight.”
Then I lay back and smiled. “Would I lie?”
“Yes, you probably would!” I just tried to look innocent. At that point she looked back at the box of Trojans, and then down at Little Carl. “How long does he take to, well, you know…”
I grinned at her and tossed her another condom. “I love a good experiment! Why don’t you find out?!”
There’s a lot to be said about experimentation in the biological sciences! This time around I had Marilyn get on top, and taught her about saving a horse and riding a cowboy. The scenery, with her bouncing away on top of me, was much better than the rainstorm going on outside. Afterwards I had her remove the offensive trash, and we both lay down and napped the rest of the afternoon.
This actually reminded me somewhat of our first times together. Marilyn had been a rather scared and nervous virgin then, also, but once we had done it, and she was no longer a ‘good girl’, she had a healthy appetite for sex. She was just as horny as the next girl, and just as eager to fuck me as I was to fuck her. I was definitely going to need to get a refill on that box before the weekend! Probably two refills!
I was snapped out of my nap by the sound of a phone ringing. I looked around and tried to orient myself, and found it on a nightstand near my head. I shook the cobwebs loose and sat up and grabbed it. I grabbed my watch and it said it was just after 3:00. “Hello?” I wasn’t sure, but I had a pretty good idea who would be calling.
“You were supposed to call me this morning.” It was my father, as I expected, and he didn’t sound overly happy. Well, fuck him! This whole mess was their fault anyway.
Marilyn rolled over and looked at me. I think she had figured out who was calling, too. “Well, Marilyn and I were out on the Boardwalk this morning.”