Satisfied that we were both dry enough to leave the bathroom, Marty re-donned her baby-doll nightgown then took me by the hand and led me back to my folks' bedroom. I hadn't noticed before, but on the far nightstand there lay, folded, a pair of black silk boxer shorts. This Marty handed to me. "A present for you." she said, adding: "Put them on." I complied and we stood together looking in the full-length mirror. The stark contrast between her white baby-doll and my new black boxers became an added turn on. Marty saw that I was also looking beyond the two figures toward the king-sized four-poster bed.

"I'll bet I know what you want." she remarked. "I'll bet you do." was my reply. Once more, Marty took my hand and led me to the welcoming bed. She sat down, and patted a spot beside her. I sat and reached for her, kissing her slowly, gently, applying technique I had so recently read about... Marty scooted up and lay near the middle, her head on a pillow, then she reached to me, tacitly coaxing me to a spot next to her. We lay on our sides, facing one another, trading kisses, our tongues gaily dancing a pas-de-deux of lust. My hand lay on Marty's bare hip, slowly stroking, as hers lay on mine, doing the same. I could feel that my erect cock had found a way out through the fly of the black silken shorts, and I inserted it between Marty's thighs. She gave a soft laugh. "Are you in a hurry?" "Um... I guess not..." I said, trying to hide my frustration and embarrassment.

Marty laughed again, louder this time. "Yeah...RIGHT.... I'll BET you're not." Then she reached down and gave my penis a gentle squeeze. I gave an involuntary gasp through my teeth. "But this isn't about getting you off, it's about what you learned from the book." she said, eyes twinkling playfully. "You've shown me what your tongue can do to my tongue, and that was good. Now show me what your tongue can do to other parts of me." I positioned myself above Marty and began a long journey with my tongue, starting once again with her mouth, then to her ear, nibbling on her lobe, then down to the side of her neck, pausing to lick just under her jaw line, then down to the cleft of her shoulder, as I had seen in one of the many detailed diagrams of the sex text. Marty responded with mewls of pleasure as she gently ran her hands up and down my bare back. It soon became obvious that the nightie she wore was getting in the way so we broke for a moment so she could remove it. Marty's firm breasts jutted out at me, nipples firm, as she waited for me to resume my demonstration of newly acquired skills. I hesitated for a second, staring in awe at Marty's beautifully formed globes, and then continued my task, reveling at the unbelievable experience I was having. I had a hard time convincing myself that this wasn't just another wet dream. When my mouth approached and nibbled at each nipple, each responded by becoming yet firmer, eliciting audible mewls and sighs of pleasure from their owner. Satisfied of a completed task there, I continued downward, lapping at Marty's firm flat belly, stopping to tongue her navel, then down towards my eventual target, which was her mound. I gently pressed my wide-open mouth against her trimmed bush and exhaled warm breath at it, causing the area to feel the heat of my passion. Marty responded by pressing her pelvic area upwards, signaling a desire for more. I repeated the action then moved my tongue to the cleft between her mound and her upper thigh.. Marty began a gyrating motion, as though guiding herself to my tongue. I switched to the other cleft, and she moaned. I could see her lips now, glistening with moisture, and I knew that the time had come to learn what I could do with my tongue, as opposed to the finger I had used in the shower.

As my tongue insinuated itself between Marty's pussy lips, she thrust her hips at me, surrendering her nether flower to my ministrations. It wasn't difficult for my tongue to recognize her already firm clitoris, and I began a routine of fast, light flicks alternated with slow, gentle long strokes with my wet tongue. Marty brought her hand down and laced her fingers through my hair, as if to prevent me from stopping my activity. Then she began a slow gyrating motion with her hips. Each breath was a sigh of pleasure, and as time progressed the volume of her uttering became louder and louder, just as her movements increased in intensity. Her hands pressed the back of my head, pushing my mouth against her vulva.

Uncomfortable as I was, I was even more turned on by the reactions I was eliciting. Finally, after a few seconds of violent bucking, Marty stiffened, gave out an animal growl, and then collapsed, panting, catching her breath. I took the opportunity to take a few breaths myself, and then went back to work. Marty began laughing softly, then gently pulled my head away from her crotch.

"Come here..." she said, smiling, still breathing heavily, and patting a place beside her on the bed. I moved up and lay beside her. "Wow!" she said, "I can't believe you've never done this before." "Believe it..." I said. "Wow!" she said again. "Some day, you'll make your girlfriend very happy." "But right now," I said, "I'm trying to make you happy." "You've definitely succeeded." she replied. "Now it's my turn." "What...?" "You just lie back, and relax...If you can." she said, an impish look on her face.

With that, she got on her knees between my legs and reached through the fly of my silk shorts, liberating the raging-hard penis which had been so impatiently waiting for relief. I could see a droplet of clear fluid peeking from my urethra, and Marty swiped at it with her tongue. "Mmmm... You taste good." Marty began fondling my member with a light touch of her fingers running up and down the shaft, and also tickling my scrotum. As with her nightie, my shorts were an impediment, and Marty pulled them off me. Now we were both totally naked again. Marty re-started her attentions to me, this time using her tongue. She ran up and down my shaft, teasing the underside of my dick's head. I caught myself beginning to pant and my hips began a slight but uncontrollable thrusting towards her mouth. The urgency within me multiplied as Marty's tongue explored all of my scrotal area. She spent some time teasing the area under my balls, an action I had never before envisioned, much less experienced. I hate to admit it, but I could no longer resist letting go, and I exploded in a series of huge spurts, many of which hit Marty right on the face. She flinched in shock, then reflexively wiped my cum off her face. I don't believe she was repulsed, just surprised. Then she started laughing. I covered my face in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Marty," I said, in a panic, "I didn't mean for that to happen."

Marty continued laughing, almost hysterically. I got up, went to the bathroom and brought back a wet washrag, and proceeded to wipe my jism from her face and neck. Then I wiped that which had spattered on my belly and chest, plus the little bit which still dripped from my now limp cock. "I'm so sorry...I really couldn't help it!"