Slowly I began to pump him. Now I understood what Mary meant by her words. The piston reached out and tickled each molecule of my canal. Not a single point was left out. Each stroke up and down was a saga. The extremely sweet burning sensation inside was heavenly. I noticed that my nipples were becoming excessively wet with excitement. It was a new experience. I hoped that he would lick them clean. Reading my mind his wet lips clamped on one nipple followed by the other. He was now pumping on my erect and stiff nipples in phase with my pumping him.
I cried out, I thought I was going to die, at least I was going to swoon. Perhaps I urinated on him. I lost control of myself. I collapsed on him in the violence of the orgasm. When I opened my eyes he was lovingly running his fingers in my entangled hair. He was still stiff and inside me. With his encouragement I pumped him again. The next orgasm was not as violent and the first one.
Then came the phone call, Mary was on the other end.
‘Did you make it,’ she asked.
‘Yes, we are coupled now in the bed,’ I revealed proudly.
‘Smart girl. I knew that you would make it. I have never seen a penis like his. Enjoy it as much as you want, he can stay stiff for long. Its inflated end can work out miracles inside you. No part of your core will be left unattended.’
‘I know dear.’
‘Make the best of him. He is your own and he will never harm you,’
‘I know.’
The spell was broken. I pulled out from him. My juice gushed out profusely. Immediately he went down on me and slurped up the entire syrup.
Back at home we settled into a new rhythm of life. In the morning and evening we petted a great deal. Whenever he desired I would feed him from my overflowing pussy. Sometimes we would spend hours on end with him loving my breasts, often towards the end I would guide his face to my pussy. Whenever I needed a therapeutic and earth shattering orgasm, I would make love to him the usual way. The wonderful quality of his phallus remained a secret between me and Mary. Mary would have him once or twice a week.
A few days later, I received him from the college as usual. We were fondling as usual and I told him that I was on my period so he had better to Mary, to spend a day or two. It was my first period since we began the new life. Suddenly he became alert.
‘That is wonderful, I am not going anywhere, I need you now,’ he scooped me up and ran to the bedroom.
‘Darling I will be ugly and messy down there,’ I protested.
In a hurry he lifted my gown and pulled down the panties along with the sanitary napkin. Fortunately I do not bleed much. Just two or three drops and some weakness for a day or two. But with his caring, I had felt no heaviness of the breast, no back pain, no head ache. On the pad there was a slight redness. My pussy looked glum and dispirited.
To my surprise his mouth was down there. I had been taught over the years that menstruation was an ugly thing, that women were impure during their periods. He seemed to fee otherwise.
Suddenly I realized that my pussy was not glum any more. She was beaming with excitement acknowledging the attentions she was receiving. Shortly his wonderful mouth worked out the most beautiful orgasm in me. That night we coupled and the chain of orgasms that followed drowned all the feelings of being impure.