Marty finally stopped laughing. She put her hand on my shoulder. "I know you couldn't." she said, "Lord knows, and I should have known, that you had built up quite a bit of pressure." She giggled again. "Well, did it at least feel good?" she asked, a coy look on her face. "It was unbelievable!" I said. "I've never had an orgasm as intense as that before."

"Good." she said. "But we haven't made love yet..." "Um... I think I need a break..." I stammered. "You mean you want your batteries to recharge?" she said, more a statement than a question. "If that's what you want to call it..." I said "I'm gonna give you a quick recharge..." said Marty, grinning playfully. "How...?" "Just relax, and let me do the work."

Dubious that I was, I decided to cooperate, so I laid back down and closed my eyes, willing myself to calm down. I felt Marty begin to fondle my scrotum and my flaccid dick, and, though she gave me a pleasant feeling, frankly, I didn't think she was going to get too far. Not that soon, anyway. But then Marty nudged my legs apart and indicated that I should bend my knees. I went along. Next, to my surprise, she was sticking a well-lubricated finger in my ass. By then, I had grown used to having her finger up my rear, as well as an enema nozzle, so I wasn't the least bit uncomfortable about her invasion. Once she had her finger in as deep as it would go, she started twisting and thrusting and....Jeez! I had forgotten what I had read about prostate massage.

Just as the book had said, my cock rose to the occasion, and I was soon feeling that wonderful urgency in my loins. I heard Marty laugh softly right before she began to suck on my now re-invigorated cock head. My shaft twitched involuntarily and Marty pulled her finger out, stopped her oral attentions, and proceeded to straddle me, impaling herself on me. I can't describe the feeling I experienced in this, my first coupling with a woman. All I know is that I felt the wet heat of her vagina enveloping me as she started her slow descent onto my groin; and as she began moving, the gentle rustling of her silky folds inexorably tickling my re-invigorated shaft. In retrospect, I believe I would have shot off with her first stroke, had I not so recently already had a release.

But it was not long in coming again, as I reached down and grasped Marty's firm butt cheeks in an effort to take control. Marty had a mind of her own, however, and, I surmise, needs of her own, as she stroked accordingly, moaning and panting her growing passion. As the pressure in my loins reached a crescendo, Marty's movements became shorter and jerkier. Finally, I released my juice deep inside her, and all the while, felt inner spasms from Marty as her vagina milked me dry. She collapsed on top of me and we kissed passionately, catching our breaths. Marty rolled off me and we lay, cuddling for a while.