My erection was bringing itself to my attention as well, and I whispered to Marla to touch me "down there."
Marla knew what I was talking about, and she seemed to know her way around male genitalia as well. She caressed me, feeling my hardness through my pants. My cock reacted by getting harder.
My mind was running in circles. My cock certainly remembered the amazing sensations of Patrice sucking on it just a few hours before. It seemed ready for another go.
One thing that bothered me was that my penis had never undergone such a rigorous torture before. Prior to yesterday, I may have beat off maybe two or three times a week. I had now exceeded my weekly "dose" for almost two weeks in less than a twenty-four hour period. I had whacked off three times yesterday (once in the bathroom, and twice while looking at my step-sister’s nude body), and Patrice brought me to two orgasms earlier that day. Was there a limit to the number of times that it could shoot off? What would happen if I hit or exceeded that limit?
Marla’s fondling of my genitalia brought my mind back to the present. My cock didn’t seem worried about being overused. Quite to the contrary, it seemed quite raring to go.
I continued to rub Marla’s breasts while she fondled me in return. I considered moving my hand down to her crotch, remembering how Patrice had reacted when I had done that to her earlier.
And once again, my mind drifted. Was what I was doing moral? How would I like it if it was me that was being manipulated into wanting to have sex — possibly against my will.
I rationalized that Marla had probably done this sort of thing before due to the enthusiastic way she was kissing me and fondling me. But, her feelings of lust for me weren’t real. I mean, I caused her to fall "madly in love" with me.
And… what was the upshot of that? Was I ready to have a girl "madly in love" with me? Would she want to be my steady girlfriend, even after she went back to California? I thought the lucky ticket couldn’t last more than a day, but she hadn’t turned down my request to fall madly in love with me, and I hadn’t given that request a time limit! What would happen?
I became aware that Marla was tugging my zipper down. She reached through the opening and touched my cock through my jockey shorts. My mind, which had been having second thoughts, shifted to what she was doing to me.
It seemed to me that Marla had just expanded our groping another step when she unzipped my pants. I took that as an OK for me to at least touch her underwear as well. I wasn’t entirely sure how her sun dress worked; I didn’t know if there was a zipper, a catch, or even a some sort of tie at the top. And if I tried to remove her sun-dress, she’d have to move her hands. That was something that my dick would have no part of; it wanted her hand where it was doing exactly what it was doing without interruption.
I then got the idea to lift up the bottom of her dress. From there, I should be able to touch her panties. This seemed like a good idea to me, and I moved my right hand from her breast downward. I briefly touched her hand that was fondling my cock.
I looked at her face as I moved my hand lower to the bottom of her dress, which stopped at about mid-thigh. Her eyes were closed, and there was a beautiful smile on her face.
I reached the hem of her dress, and cupped my hand upward. In a few short seconds, I finally felt her cotton panties at the bottom of her crotch.
Marla gasped as I touched her. This reminded me how Merry’s breath skipped when I touched her the previous night, and how Patrice reacted when I touched her naked crotch. This seemed to be a common reaction with girls.
I smiled to myself as I moved my fingers outward, rubbing the bottom of her panties.
Marla’s panties were a bit moist, and it took me a few seconds to locate her "clittie" (as Patrice had called it). I rubbed it the same way that I had rubbed Patrice’s (except that I was rubbing Marla’s through her panties). Marla’s breathing started getting faster.
I kissed Marla again. She moaned a bit as she kissed me back. Our mouths were open, tongues swirling against each other’s. Marla started rubbing me harder in response, which signaled to me to do the same to her.
Once again, I felt that stirring in my balls that told me that an orgasm was imminent. I didn’t want to shoot into my jockeys, so I pulled my crotch away from her hand.
Marla’s hand tried to follow my crotch, but I moved it quick enough to dislodge it from the zipper hole in my pants.
"Is there something wrong?" Marla asked me as she pulled away from my kiss.
"Not really, Marla. But if you keep that up…"
"Oh," she breathed. She closed her eyes again. She was now moving her crotch in time with my fingers rubbing her.
"Marla?"
"Hmmm?"
"Could you… you know…?"
Marla opened her eyes again. She had a questioning look in her eyes. "What?"
"Would you… like… suck me?" I finally managed to ask.
I saw a bit of uncertainty in her eyes, which melted. Marla simply nodded, and moved her eyes down my body to my crotch.
She started to bend down, and I realized that I had another request. "Marla? Could you… first… take off that dress? I’d love to see your body."
Marla’s face looked up toward mine. Again, a look of uncertainty flashed for a second before she nodded.
I watched the statuesque Marla move away from my fingers, which had still been fondling her crotch. She moved her hands to the hem of her dress, and pulled the dress over her head in a single fluid motion.
Marla stood before me, wearing only her white cotton panties and a pair of sandals. I finally got a look at her breasts.
Her breasts were as big as I had thought. Unlike the other two pairs of breasts that I had seen, Marla’s aureoles were practically nonexistent. Her large white breasts seemed to come to a single point at her nipples.
Marla saw me staring at her, and she blushed a bit. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, allowing me to look at her mostly nude body.
I was curious about her crotch, and was about to ask her to take off her panties when she interrupted my thoughts.
"Do you still want me to… you know… suck you?" she asked.
My cock jumped to attention and said, "YES! YES! YES!" It was an offer that I couldn’t refuse. "Um… OK," I said, dumbly.
Marla smiled at me, and bent down and unbuttoned the button on my jeans. She pulled them down with a little difficulty. Somehow, my jockeys went down with my jeans. My dick bounced up as it was freed. Marla looked at it, still smiling, and then up at my face.
I watched the tall girl kneel in front of me, taking my shaft in her right hand. She jacked it with a practiced motion that told me that she had done that before. My cock had a clear fluid at the tip — something I had never seen before.
I watched her mouth open up, and she bent her head towards my cock. I felt her lips close around the top of my cock, and after a second or two, felt her tongue flick at the tip.
Marla’s hands continued their up and down motion, and her head bobbed as well. I could feel the suction of her mouth on my cock. Oh, YES! YES! YES! I was in heaven!
I reached over to her breasts, and fondled one of them with my left hand. Her breast was firm and warm in my hand.
Marla moaned, which sounded like a hum to me, sending vibrations all the way down to my balls. I don’t know if she had done this in reaction to my fondling her breast, or as an oral sex technique, but it provided the immediate result of my seed starting its upward rush through my cock and into her mouth.
Marla’s hands continued jacking me, and I could see her cheeks swell with the first spurt of my love juice. My balls contracted again, and a second stream started its ascent.