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Marilyn's Return Copyright (c) 2004 - Dorsai

   LEGAL DISBLAMER This is a dirty, nasty, *filthy* story - or some people
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   This story is another in the "Jan" series: Jan, Kelly's Adventures, and
Six Mothers.  Reading the other stories (in that order) would probably help
you make more sense of this one; you don't *have* to read them, of course -
but it would probably be to your advantage.



   I met Kelly through her friend Jan, who was my best friend's daughter.
I'd been watching out for her and her two brothers one time when I'd
accidentally interrupted her while she was masturbating.  From that single
event, my life changed - a LOT, and for the better.  Before I really knew
what had happened to me, I'd met Kelly, deflowered her, deflowered Jan
(WITH her Dad's knowledge and permission, no less!), and four of their
other friends.  Kelly had moved in with me, and when she'd graduated
college, had agreed to marry me.  When the two of us had gone off to the
Philippines for a business client of mine, we'd made a NEW friend, Marlyn,
and sort-of adopted Marlyn's niece, Marilyn.  After Kelly had had her
little adventure, we'd gone to the doctor and used one of the frozen
samples I'd left behind (before I'd gotten a vasectomy) to get her
pregnant. We (Kelly, that is) had twins - Daniel Paul and Janet Kelly; Jan
and the others had helped us out _tremendously_ during and after Kelly's
pregnancy.  For all intents and purposes, our kids had six mothers: Kelly,
of course, along with Jan, Susan, Robyn, Sandra, and Candice.

   -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

   As the time went by, and Daniel and Janet grew up, we continued to keep
in touch with Marlyn, the friend we'd made in the Philippines.  She, in
turn, kept us up on what all was happening in HER life.  Ted, the manager
of the manufacturing plant that I'd helped get set up over there, had asked
her to marry him, and she'd agreed.  Several months after Kelly had OUR
kids, we got word from Marlyn that SHE was pregnant - and happy as she
could be.  She also made sure that we knew what was going on with Marilyn -
how she was doing in school, and so on.  For her part, Marilyn wrote to us,
too - just not as often.

   When it came time, Marlyn wrote to us to ask if we would be able to help
Marilyn into an American college.  Of course, we were more than happy to do
so - even going so far as to get several other people to write letters of
recommendation for her to help pave the way.  It was less a question of her
grades and nationality than one of her age: having been promoted an extra
grade, she would be starting college at 17, instead of the usual 18.

   One of the schools she was accepted to was one that was only about a
half-hour drive from where Kelly and I lived; it was a damn fine school for
economics (which Marilyn wanted to major in), and had a fairly good
political science curriculum, too (which she also wanted to study).  Ted
was making good money as the plant manager, but he wasn't rolling in dough
- so when Marilyn was accepted to the college near us, Kelly and I both
told them that Marilyn was more than welcome to stay with us; either on a
temporary basis until she found a place of her own, or full-time.  The
reply we got from Marilyn was that she would be _delighted_ to stay with
us, provided that we were *sure* that she wouldn't be any trouble.  That
wasn't a problem, and we quickly reassured her of that fact.  For our part,
we didn't even have to add any furniture: with twins, Kelly and I had
decided that we'd rather keep the house and add to it, instead of going out
and trying to find something with more space.  Since the added cost wasn't
all THAT much, we'd gone ahead and added _two_ rooms to the house.  That
left us with the Master bedroom where Kelly and I slept, my office, a
bedroom for each of the kids (the addition), and the original 'guest' room.
All told, it added nearly 600 square feet to the living space, what with
the additional rooms and another bathroom for the kids to share.

   Shortly after Marilyn agreed to stay with us, Ted sent us some money to
get her a used car, as well as to pay for her to attend a U.S.  driving
school.  She'd taken the equivalent of 'drivers ed' in the Philippines, but
he and Marlyn both knew that driving in the U.S.  was _considerably_
different than driving in the Philippines!  Kelly and I looked around, and
finally found her an old, but dependable, Volvo DL.  It wasn't fast and
sexy (for which Ted thanked us, when we told him about it), but it would be
more than enough to get her where she needed or wanted to go, winter or
summer, with no trouble.  We also made arrangements to have her put on our
auto insurance policy.  When Ted heard about it, he went so far as to call
us - long distance from the Philippines - to object.  I took the call, and
after listening to him for a couple of minutes, finally told him "Look, Ted
- its done, and I'm not going to UNdo it.  If you want to argue about it,
you can try Kelly; *I'm* not going to change anything." - and handed the
phone to Kelly.  She could be _almost_ as stubborn as me, when it suited
her.

   Apparently, it suited her just fine, then.  She politely argued with him
about it for a little bit before telling him "Ted, here's how it works. 
Dan and I can't send any of the things that we _want_ to for her graduation
present, so we're only going to be able to send her some money.  But *this*
we can do.  There's no point in you fussing about it: we're going to do it,
and that's that.  If you try to pay for it, we won't cash your check or
money order or whatever you send, so don't bother.  If you just HAVE to
spend money, then put it in a savings account for when you and Marlyn have
a baby, so YOUR kid can go to college."

   After she'd graduated high school (with a 3.93 grade point average, no
less!), and had some time off from school, she came to the U.S.  to stay
with us for a couple of weeks before she had to start school.

   Kelly and I - AND the kids - were there to meet her when she cleared
Customs in Los Angeles.  It took a second for me to recognize her: she'd
grown considerably.



   At roughly five and a half feet tall, she probably towered over Marlyn;
she was even cuter than when we'd seen her last, with a little button of a
nose, beautiful brown eyes, and straight black hair that flowed over her
shoulders.



   She was wearing loose cotton clothing that simply couldn't hide the
curve of her bust and the gentle arcs of her waist and hips; she'd grown
into a _very_ lovely young woman.  When she saw us, she let out a delighted
cry and ran over to us, where we all took turns kissing and hugging.  Then
she squatted down and was introduced to Daniel and Janet, who both took to
her in an instant.  They held her hands and both talked to her a mile a
minute as Kelly and I (okay, mostly me) carried her luggage over to the
airline that would be flying us back home.  When we finally got home, we
left her to put away her things and freshen up.  When she was done, I fixed
her up with one of the electronic keys that would let her into the house,
and got her started on teaching Mabel (my home automation system: Machine
Access By English Language) to recognize her voice - with Daniel and Janet
helping her.  Before she'd come over, Kelly and I had asked the others to
give her a couple of days to get settled before we all got together so they
could welcome her back.  They'd all understood, and Paul had come up with
the idea of a cookout at his place on Sunday after she arrived as a good
way for everyone to see her again.

   Supper that night was courtesy of Marilyn, despite our protests that she
should rest: lumpia (a kind of thin-shelled VERY crispy burrito), pancit
(fried rice), and a couple of other Filipino dishes.

   After the kids had gone to bed, Marilyn sat with us in the den (with Cat
on her lap, purring as Marilyn rubbed her ears), catching us up on what all
was happening with Marlyn and Ted, the factory, and all the rest.

   When she was done, she looked at Kelly, then me, and said "Tito (Uncle)
Dan and Tita (Aunt) Kelly, I want to thank you, both of you, for being so
much help in getting me into school here; and for letting me stay with you.
I was so afraid that I was going to have to stay at the college, and that I
wouldn't find any friends for a long time.  But if I can stay here, then I
know that I will always be with family."

   Kelly told her "Marilyn, you are *more* than welcome to stay with us
while you're here in this country, whether it's while you're going to
school, or if you just want to visit.  You are family to us, too, and we're
_always_ glad to have you here."

   With that, Marilyn started to cry (with happiness, I hoped), and Kelly
went over to hold her and comfort her, followed by me to do the same
things.

   After a bit, she settled down again, and after giving us both a kiss on
the cheek and wishing us a good night, went to bed.

   The next morning - Friday - Kelly and I got up and headed for the
kitchen to get our coffee, and to start breakfast for the kids.  Instead,
we found that Marlyn had already gotten things going, and was waiting
patiently for us.  We asked her why she was up so early, and she blushed a
little before telling us "I just want to make sure that you are not sorry
that I am here, so I am trying to help you."

   Kelly and I both hugged her and assured her that she didn't have to do
anything special to 'help' - that just having her there was enough for us.
She asked when the kids usually got up, and we told her that we usually had
ourselves a cup of coffee and our own breakfast before waking the kids;
that way we were assured of getting our own meals before it was feeding
time at the 'zoo' - making her laugh.

   She had breakfast with us, and when Kelly and I were down to the bottoms
of our coffee cups, told us to stay in the kitchen if we wanted; that she
would be the one to get the kids started.  Kelly suggested she'd need a
crowbar to get the kids out of bed, and Marilyn laughed before leaving on
her self-appointed task.  Much to our surprise, the kids were dressed and
ready to start the day sooner than if Kelly or I had gone after them;
apparently, Marilyn knew some trick to getting them going that Kelly and I
needed to learn from her.

   That morning started a pattern that lasted for the whole time Marilyn
was with us: she would join Kelly and me for breakfast, then get the kids
up and ready for whatever was in _their_ day.  On top of that, she assumed
minor 'cleanup' duties - making sure things were generally put away in the
house, helping the kids keep their rooms (mostly) cleaned, running the
dishwasher, and so on.  Several times, Kelly and I would try to tell her
she was doing too much; her only reply was to say "I will be the one to do
that."

   Anyway, when everyone was ready to go, we told Marilyn that she was
welcome to stay home or go out, whichever she wanted.  She'd been told by
Marlyn and Ted that she wouldn't be allowed to drive 'her' car until she
completed her driver's ed course, so we gave her a bus schedule and map so
she'd know how to get to anyplace she might want to visit.  We also made
sure that she had our office phone number, as well as Kelly's cell phone
number, and strongly emphasized that she was to call us if she ran into
*any* kind of problems or had any questions.  She let us know she
understood, and Kelly and I left with the kids.

   On the way to the office, we dropped them off at daycare - they were to
start school that fall - and went to work.  Then, around two o'clock or so,
Kelly or I would pick them up and bring them to the office for an hour or
two before the other one would take them home.

   Once at work, I made a quick call to make sure that Marilyn's 'spot' in
her driver's education class was still good, then called home to let her
know she would be starting it the following Monday.  She was delighted, of
course, and thanked me profusely.

   The rest of the day went by as it usually did for Kelly and me - working
out any hang ups in whatever design I was working on, making sure that any
necessary parts and materials would be available when they were needed, and
so on.  It was Kelly's turn to pick up the kids, so I was the one that took
them home around 3:30; when we got in the door, I could see that Marilyn
must have spent _most_ of her time cleaning the house - it was
_immaculate_. I thanked her - making her blush slightly - then let her know
that we usually did the housecleaning on Saturday.  The only response I got
was "I will be the one".  Clearly, she was determined to 'pay' us for
letting her stay there by doing whatever jobs she could get away with.

   Supper that night was pizza - to Marilyn's specifications at our
insistence - followed by a night of TV with Cat on Marilyn's lap (purring
to beat the band as Marilyn petted her) and the kids nestled into the couch
next to her.

   The next morning, Kelly and I slept a bit later than usual.  On our way
to the kitchen, we heard Marilyn talking to someone.  We looked in and saw
that both of the kids were on the couch with her, listening wide-eyed as
she told them a story.  We stopped to listen for a bit, and it didn't take
us long to realize that she was telling them about herself and Marlyn, and
how Kelly and I had helped them.  But she was doing it in a way that made
the whole thing sound like a fairy tale - the poor little girl that lost
her family and had to stay in a terrible place with other children that had
not families, and the kind Aunt that tried to help her.  Kelly stood there,
transfixed by the story, so I went and got us each a cup of coffee.  When I
got back, I had to nudge Kelly a couple of times before she looked at me to
see what I wanted - then gave me an embarrassed smile and took her coffee
before turning back to listen to Marilyn's story.  Marilyn finished telling
the kids her story and both of them looked happy as could be at the happy
ending; Marilyn then told them "That little girl was *me*, and the aunt
that tried to help was my Momma Marlyn.  But the Philippines is a poor
place, so she was not able to do as much as she wanted - until the people
from the far away place came and helped her.  That place was this country,
and the people that helped my Momma Marlyn and me was your Mom and Daddy."

   Kelly and I could see that both kids were awe-struck that their
plain-old Mom and Daddy could do something like that, and Marilyn told them
"Your Mom and Daddy are _very_ special, *very* good people.  So you have to
listen to them, and do what they tell you, so that you can grow up to be
the kind of people that THEY are: good, and kind, and brave.  Can you do
that?"

   Both kids nodded solemnly, and assured her that they could.

   I nudged Kelly again, and when she looked at me, I gestured with my head
toward the kitchen.  She nodded, and the two of us quietly made our way
there - then proceeded to make a little noise so that the others would know
we were up and moving.  Daniel and Janet both came rushing in to the
kitchen, telling us about the wonderful story Marilyn had just told them;
Kelly and I hugged both of them 'good morning', and asked if they were
hungry.  Both told us that Marilyn had already fed them, and rushed back to
their rooms to get dressed, since both were still in their pajamas.

   Kelly and I took our coffee into the den, and saw Marilyn sitting there
looking a bit abashed.  She quietly asked us "You heard?"

   Kelly nodded, and Marilyn blushed before telling us "Please do not be
upset with me.  When I got up, they were already awake, so after I fixed
them some breakfast I wanted to keep them quiet so you could sleep.  So I
told them about how you came to the Philippines and helped Momma Marlyn and
me."

   I nodded, and after sharing a look with Kelly, told her "That's okay,
Marilyn.  The way you tell it, it makes it sound like we did a whole lot
more than actually happened, I think; but you haven't done anything wrong."


   To Marilyn's visible relief, Kelly added "You can tell them stories if
you want, Marilyn - but you don't have to do or say anything that makes Dan
and I sound like more than we are, either."

   Marilyn hastened to tell us "But I don't!  If you heard, you know that I
did not tell them anything that was not _absolutely_ true!  Maybe it was
not such a big thing to you, but it was for Momma Marlyn and me - and we
will *never* forget about it!"

   I looked at Kelly, and the two of us realized that there simply wasn't
any way that we were going to change her mind, and mutually agreed to drop
the subject.  It was Kelly that asked her "Was there anything that you
wanted to do today, Marilyn?  Go to a movie or shopping or anything like
that?  We don't have to go to work today, and we usually take the kids to
the park or someplace after the house is cleaned.  But since you already
took care of that, we can leave sooner, if you want.  We'll be happy to
either drop you off someplace, or keep you company - whichever you prefer."


   Marilyn looked delighted, and said "Really?  If it is not out of your
way, I would like to buy some things."

   "That's not a problem, Marilyn.  Would you like us to leave you
someplace, or would you feel better if we stayed with you?" I asked.

   She got a shy grin on her face and answered "I think maybe I would like
you with me, this time.  I think I will need some help with American
sizes", with a look at Kelly.

   Kelly just smiled and said "I'll be glad to help, Marilyn" - to
Marilyn's visible relief.

   About that time, the kids came swarming in again, and quickly convinced
Marilyn to watch cartoons with them - apparently, she remembered how much
she'd enjoyed them from the time she'd stayed with us before.

   While they were in the den watching TV, Kelly and I went into the
kitchen and got our own breakfast, then went back to get dressed.  While we
were in the shower, Kelly got a mischievous look on her face, and dropped
to her knees to take my penis in her mouth.  When she had me fully erect
(!), she stood up again, and kissed me.  Then she turned around and bent
over slightly, putting her hands on the shower wall before looking over her
shoulder and giving me a Look that made it clear - in case I didn't already
know - that she wanted me to make love with her.

   In response, I dropped to my knees and eagerly put my face at the
junction of her firm, smooth thighs.  There I found that she was already
wet inside, her labia parted and shiny with a mixture of her internal oils
and the back spray from the shower.  I dipped my tongue into her cleft and
heard her soft moan when I quickly fluttered my tongue across her slightly
exposed clitoris.



   In just a minute or so, her vaginal lips were dark with her arousal, and
fully extended in open invitation.  Standing again, I positioned the head
of my erect penis against her opening, and after cupping her
water-slickened breasts in my hands, began to press into her.  There was
only a momentary resistance, then I was through her entrance and slowly
filling her with my manhood as she released a low groan of pleasure.

   When I was fully inside her, I paused long enough to gently squeeze her
breasts and pull on her nipples a little before easing myself back out a
ways, then filling her again.  Over the next few minutes, I continued to
steadily thrust in and out of her, feeling her hot, wet vagina clenching
around me as she became more and more aroused.  Feeling the first twinges
of my own release, I leaned forward and began to softly bite the back of
Kelly's neck - something that *always* got her going, good and hard.  It
didn't fail to do so that time, either, and she was soon gasping and
moaning as she got closer and closer to her release.

   I was on the verge of unloading myself into her when she suddenly threw
her head back and released a soft cry as her she found her pleasure.  The
sensation of her vagina spasming around my manhood was enough to trigger my
own climax, and with a couple of short, hard thrusts into her, I pressed
myself as deeply inside her as I could as the first jet of my cum began to
spray her insides.

   I continued to flood her vagina with my inert seed as her delightfully
hot and tight sheath clasped at me.  Finally, I had nothing left to give
her; but I continued to hold her breasts in my hand and my penis inside her
as I felt a series of small spasms course through her body.  Only when
several seconds had gone since the last one did Kelly let her head fall
forward; that was my signal that her orgasm was over, and I eased my hips
back to let my softening penis pull free of her.  She stood and turned
around, and the two of us hugged and kissed, having again shown our love
for each other.

   Kelly eased herself out of my arms, and I looked down to where I could
see a wad of my jism slowly running down the inside of one of her thighs.
She saw my penis twitch, and laughingly told me "I don't know what it is
about you, Dan, that you find the sight of your cum running down my leg so
sexy!"

   I grinned and told her "I don't either - but I do!"

   She grinned back and told me "Yeah, I've noticed.  But we still need to
clean up - so let's clean up!  And no more funny business, either, mister!"


   "But _you're_ the one that started it!" I protested, still smiling.

   "That's right, I did, didn't I?" she answered, before adding "Well,
then, I guess YOU'LL get to start it next time, okay?"

   I laughed, and agreed "Deal!" - and getting a laugh in reply.  A few
minutes later, we were both cleaned up (again), and had a little fun when
we dried each other off.

   Back in the den, we found Marilyn having as much fun watching cartoons
as the kids, if her laughter was any indication.

   Later that day, the five of us went out to a local park where Kelly and
I played Frisbee with the kids, and watched as they played for a while on
the jungle gym and other toys and rides.  As I watched them, I could only
wish (as I had so many times before) that I had even _half_ the energy they
displayed as they played.

   When the kids were done, we all headed for one of the local shopping
malls.  These were something Marilyn was familiar with, since they had them
in the Philippines.  As we visited some of the different stores, I was
careful to keep the kids from bothering them whenever Marilyn indicated
that there was something of a personal nature that she wanted to buy.  I
saw her, and even Kelly, both give me grateful looks when I would suggest
to the kids that while Marilyn was busy, we could go look at something
else.

   That night was pretty much a repeat of the night before, except that
Kelly prepared supper for all of us.

   Sunday morning, Marilyn was surprised (and somewhat overawed) when
Bishop Ferguson showed up to give her a ride to church.  After he brought
her back, she told us that he'd picked her up that time just to make sure
she knew she was welcome, and that he'd made arrangements for some other
people in the area to get her to church and home again until she was able
to drive herself.  She knew that Kelly and I weren't religious, despite
Kelly's having gone to a Catholic school, and was perfectly accepting of
the fact that we didn't go with her.

   When it was time to head over to Paul's, we all changed clothes and got
into my car.  Once there, Marilyn was quickly greeted and welcomed by
everyone that had met her before, and could make it there.  Candice was off
on an assignment for the newspaper she wrote for, and couldn't make it -
but Jan and the others made sure that Marilyn knew that Candice was looking
forward to seeing her again, too.

   Between Paul, his boys Leo and John, Sarah's husband Al and their two
boys George and Mike, and Bill (my client that had sent me to the
Philippines), Daniel had plenty of people to keep him entertained.  Ditto
for Janet, who had all the girls, Sarah, Bill's wife Trudy, and Paul's
girlfriend Stacy.

   The afternoon went by with all of us having a great time; everyone was
eager to hear how things were going for Marlyn and Ted, and Marilyn had
more than enough opportunities to tell everyone about what she planned to
do in school, and how happy she was to see all of them again.

   When the afternoon finally wore down and all of us were ready to go home
again, Marilyn made it a point to stop and thank everyone for coming, and
telling them how welcome they made her feel.

   On the ride home, Marilyn (in the back seat between the kids so there
wouldn't be any fussing about who got a window seat) told us "Thank you,
Tito Dan and Tita Kelly, for this afternoon.  It was so _nice_ to see
everyone again!"

   Kelly turned her head to tell Marilyn "Marilyn, it doesn't have to be
just this once that you see them.  I *know* that any of them would be
delighted to see you, any time you wanted to invite them over, or go over
to their place."

   Marilyn seemed a little unsure, and asked "Really?"

   I caught her eye via the rearview mirror and answered "Really, Marilyn.
You are family to us, and they are our friends; so if you will let them,
they will be YOUR friends, too."

   Reassured that she really was welcome to see them more, she got a happy
look on her face before pointing something out to the kids.

   -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

   The following couple of weeks, we settled into something close to a
routine.



   After Kelly and I left, Marilyn would catch a city bus to where her
Drivers Ed classes were; each class was only a couple of hours, and the
first week was spent in the classroom as they taught the students road
signs, safety, and all the rest.  After classes, Marilyn would come back
home and carefully study the material she'd learned that day until Kelly or
I brought the kids home.  When the classroom instruction was done, an hour
or so of each afternoon would be spent at a local game arcade, where she
would use one of the road racing games to 'practice' driving.  Since her
goal was to be safe, versus go fast, her scores were abysmal - something
that she took a measure of pride in.  Sometimes, Kelly or I would go out
with her in her car to let her get a little more practice.  By mutual
agreement, Kelly and I were intentionally harder on her than we knew the
driving examiner would be - our thinking being that finding out how
easy-going most examiners were would _relax_ her for the test.  We didn't
tell HER that, though, so the effect wouldn't be lost.

   Inevitably, the day came for her to take her test.  She passed the
written part of the exam with a perfect score.  She was visibly nervous
when the road test began, but by the time she got back, we could see that
she'd calmed considerably.  When she got out of the car, she gave us a
happy smile, and clapped her hands together in joy when the examiner told
us "She did just fine - better than most I have to ride with!  If she'll
come inside, we'll have her temporary license ready in about five minutes;
the regular one will arrive in the mail in a couple of weeks."

   It was a very happy, very satisfied Marilyn that came out of the Motor
Vehicles building, clutching her U.S.  driver's license in her hand.  When
she got over to where Kelly and I, and the kids, were waiting, she told us
"He was a *much* nicer man than I thought he would be.  I thought that you
were being _kind_ to me when you were talking to me while I was driving,
but you weren't!" - the last accompanied by a look of mild accusation. 
Kelly smiled and told her what we'd done - and why.  Marilyn looked baffled
for a few seconds, then understood - and promptly thanked us, admitting
that when she'd realized how patient the examiner was, she'd relaxed a LOT.


   When Kelly and I insisted that SHE be the one to drive all of us home,
she tried to protest - but not too hard, and looked inordinately pleased
and happy during the trip.

   For the first week or so, Marilyn would ask Kelly or me to keep her
company whenever she had to go someplace - she was obviously timing her
trips for when we would be home so that we would be available.  We agreed,
and soon realized that she was using us as a means of building her own
confidence.  With each assurance that she was doing fine, she got a little
surer of herself, and it wasn't long before she was willing to drive
herself wherever she needed to go, by herself.

   -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

   With a driver's license and a car, there wasn't much keeping Marilyn
from doing what she wanted to, when she wanted to.  She didn't have the
slightest hesitation about driving to school and getting herself
registered, and buying the books she would need for her classes.  She
faithfully attended the couple of orientation classes the school held for
new freshmen, and was ready to go when her classes started.

   For our part, Kelly and I got the kids registered for THEIR school: the
primary section of the same Catholic school that Kelly had attended and Jan
was teaching at.  Jan was teaching the middle school kids, so it would be a
few years before anyone had to be 'worried' about our kids being in one of
Jan's classes.

   A couple of weeks went by before Marilyn approached us with an idea:
that she could easily pick the kids up from school, since she finished her
classes a full hour before they got out.  That way, Kelly and I wouldn't
have to interrupt whatever WE were doing, and could still be certain that
Daniel and Janet were being taken care of properly.  Marilyn assured us
that the kids weren't any problem, and that she could study for her classes
while the kids were home for those couple of hours until Kelly and I
arrived.

   It _sounded_ like a reasonable thing to do, but Kelly and I were still a
bit unsure.  Not because we didn't trust Marilyn; far from it.  Rather, we
wanted to be sure that the kids wouldn't disturb her, and make it harder
for her to study.  Still, it DID seem like a good idea, and we finally
agreed to try it.

   The kids, of course, thought it was a great idea: they got home sooner,
and had Marilyn (who they adored) for company.  Marilyn had gotten into the
habit of showing us her homework and different quizzes after they'd been
graded; after she started picking the kids up from school, we could see
from the grades she was getting that she wasn't having any trouble keeping
up with her schoolwork.  Reassured that Marilyn's education wasn't
suffering because of her willingness to try and help us, we decided that it
would be appropriate to pay her for what she was doing.

   That was the time we had our one and only 'argument' with her.  When we
first brought up the idea, Marilyn was horrified, then adamant.  We
continued to try and reason with her, using every argument we could come up
with, and finally got her to concede that watching out for the kids that
way was something 'extra'.  Then we had the problem of trying to negotiate
payment with her - with a twist.  Rather than us trying to get the price
DOWN, we were trying to convince her to accept MORE money.  It was through
a combination of cajolery, threats (to start picking the kids up ourselves,
telling her that if she wouldn't accept payment then we weren't going to
let her do it, among similar comments), and pure stubbornness that we
finally got her to accept the princely sum of $75 a week - and even then,
it took a lot of talking to convince her that it wasn't "too much".  One of
the things that motivated us was the fact that when she'd gone shopping,
she'd bought the least expensive things she could, according to Kelly; we
were sure that she was already on a tight budget, and wanted to do what we
could to help.

   -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

   The next few months went by quickly.  Marilyn was delighted to help us
plan a small party for the kids for Halloween, and was honored when she was
included in the invitation to spend Thanksgiving at Paul's house.

   She couldn't help but notice that Jan or one of the others would
sometimes come by for a visit and spend the night with Kelly and me - but
she never said word about it.

   Marilyn's birthday was December 8th, and Kelly and I and the kids all
took her out to eat by way of celebration - and to get her out of the house
so Jan and the others could prepare the surprise party we'd planned.

   And it *was* a surprise.

   When we got home, Marilyn started to help get the kids out of the car,
and Kelly told her to go on in - that she and I would take care of it, it
being 'her' night.  She smiled at us, and did as we said; we could hear her
shriek of surprise when she saw everyone inside, and the birthday cake and
trimmings.

   The kids, Kelly, and I came into the house behind her, listening to all
the laughter at the expression on Marilyn's face when she realized that all
of the fuss was for HER.  She turned and looked at us, and simply said "Oh,
*you*!" - provoking another round of laughter.

   She was guided to a seat on the couch, where Daniel and Janet eagerly
joined her; happy as could be that their Tita Marilyn (she'd been teaching
them Tagalog) was having a birthday party.

   Over the next several minutes everyone took turns giving her the gift
they'd gotten her.  Robyn and the others had each gotten her some nice
clothing.  Paul gave her a solid gold crucifix with a diamond in the center
and a gold chain so she could wear it around her neck.  Bill's gift was a
fancy graphing calculator that we'd seen her drooling over.  Daniel and
Janet had teamed up to get her a collection of Tom and Jerry cartoons (her
favorites).  Sarah and her husband had given her a _very_ nice pen and
pencil set.  Finally, it was my and Kelly's turn - and she was in awe of
the nice briefcase we'd gotten her; inside, she discovered that we'd
included a high-end laptop, too.  Crying, she tried to protest that it was
too much, and it was Kelly that told her "Marilyn, if you're going to be an
economist, you *have* to have the right tools.  I'm sure that all of us
know you will make us proud; but now you can do it without having to work
so hard.  Happy birthday!"

   Marilyn started crying in happiness then, of course.  I saw a brief
wistfulness cross her face, and knew that what she really missed was having
Marlyn and Ted there with us.  As though on cue, the phone rang then - and
when Kelly answered it, she got a mischievous smile on her face and held it
out to Marilyn, telling her "It's for you."

   It was a very perplexed Marilyn that stood up and went to the phone,
wondering who could _possibly_ be calling her at our place - then finding
out: it was Marlyn and Ted, calling to wish her a happy birthday.  The joy
on her face was something to see; I think all of us had to blink back a
tear at seeing how happy she was to hear from the only mother she'd ever
known, and the only man she'd ever been able to call 'Papa'.  Kelly and I
knew that she'd been writing letters home, of course, and gotten replies;
but we also knew that a letter was a poor substitute for actually _talking_
to someone.

   The rest of us kept ourselves amused - and out of earshot - as Marilyn
spent nearly an hour talking with her family back in the Philippines.  When
she was done, she hung up the phone and came over to give me a big hug,
saying "Thank you, Tito Dan.  Momma told me that it was you that said they
should call tonight."

   I hugged her back, and then brushed a couple of tears from her eyes
before answering "Happy birthday, Marilyn."

   She gave me a happy smile, and went in to join everyone as the cake and
ice cream were dished out - AFTER she'd blown out all 18 candles, of
course.

   A few hours later, everyone had gone home, we'd put the kids to bed, and
Marilyn was sitting in the den with us.

   I saw her start to say something, hesitate, start again, stop again, and
finally ask me "Tito Dan - Kelly - may I ask you something?" Curious to
know why she'd think she'd even have to ask such a question, I hastened to
assure her that she could.

   Another hesitation, and I listened as she told me "Tito Dan, Tita Kelly,
when I was here before, with my Momma Marlyn, I know how happy and safe I
felt here.  And I know how kind you and all of your friends were to me and
my Momma."

   I nodded, and she went on "I also know that you made my Momma very happy
when you made love with her - _both_ of you.  And I remember how afraid I
was, that night, when I sat here on this couch and asked you, Tito Dan, to
make love with me - and how much it hurt me when you told me 'no'.  But I
also remembered the reasons you gave me then; and it was a long time before
I *really* understood them, even though I understood, a little bit, what
you were saying even then."

   I thought I knew where she was going with her little speech, and opened
my mouth to say something - but stopped when she held her hand up to stop
me and continued "I know how kind you and all of your friends were to help
us, then, and the orphanage that I had to stay in - until YOU, both of you,
got the job with the factory for my Momma Marlyn.  You have all been SO
kind to us, and the children that are still in the orphanage, and I know
that it will never be possible for _any_ of us to repay you for the
kindness and love that you have shown us.  All I can do, Dan and Kelly, is
to promise you that when I return to my country, I will do everything I can
to help make the Philippines a good and _honest_ place; a place where the
politicians *aren't* dishonest, a place where poor people *don't* have to
sell some of their children so they can feed the rest, a place where girls
like me have the chance to earn money *without* having to sell their
bodies."

   I shared a quick look with Kelly, and listened as Marilyn went on to
tell us "Tito Dan, you are a very strong man - inside, in your heart, where
it really matters.  You have shared your love with my Momma, with me, and
with all the people that the factory helps.  You have loved me, and helped
me in so many ways, and I love you.  The words 'I love you' are not enough
to really say how I feel about you, but they are the closest.  What I would
like to ask you, Tito Dan and Tita Kelly, is if you would allow me to make
love with you, so that I can show you the love that I feel for you - both
of you."

   Having said her piece, Marilyn simply sat there, looking at us.  Mostly
me, but also Kelly.

   I thought about what she said for a few moments - I could see the fear
(of rejection?) on her face - before I finally answered "Marilyn, we" - I
gestured to include Kelly - "did the things we did because we already know
that it isn't _right_ that the people of the Philippines have to live the
way so many do.  And we did those things because they were the right things
_to_ do.  You're right, I *do* love you.  And your Momma.  But I don't know
if it would be the right thing for me to make love with you, now.  Please
understand - as much as I love you, I am still not sure that this is the
time for that."

   Marilyn nodded, almost as if to herself, and got up.  She started down
the hall, and I looked over to where Kelly was sitting.  The two of us
looked at each other for several long moments; Kelly was about to say
something when Marilyn came back into the den with an envelope in her hand.
She gave it to me and said "Momma said that if you told me 'no' that I
should give you that, and have you and Tita Kelly read it.  When you are
done, there is something else that I have to tell you."

   With that, she calmly sat back on the couch, obviously waiting for me
and Kelly to read whatever was inside the envelope.

   I opened it, and was surprised to find it contained a letter in Marlyn's
handwriting.



   I started to read it, and understood why Marilyn had waited to give it
to us...



   Dearest Dan and Kelly; I think that if you are reading this, then
Marilyn has asked you to make love with her, and you have refused.  Before
she left here, she came to me and we talked about what happened that night
she asked you to make love to her before.  We talked about it very much,
and I know that she understands that it was right for you to have refused
her then.  But I also know that she has done much to grow up since then -
not just in her body, but in her heart and her mind, too.  I do not know
exactly why she has asked to make love with you.  SHE will be the one to do
that.  But I CAN tell you why she is NOT asking such a thing.  She is NOT
asking it because she thinks that she is paying a debt for the kindness and
love you have shown her.  She is NOT asking it because she is still hurt or
angry because you refused her before.  She is NOT asking it because she
thinks that it is something that she 'must' do for any other reason like
that.  I CAN tell you that she is asking for no other reason than because
she loves you - just as I do, and for the same reasons.  Perhaps you are
worried that I would be upset with you if you made love with her; or that
Ted would be angry with you.  Honestly to say, I would not be angry.  I
would be very happy for her, and for you, if you are able to make love with
her because I know that you would do such a thing ONLY because you and
Kelly love her, just as I do.  I have talked to Ted about this, and he
understands about it, too - and he wants me to tell you that he knows you
would be kind and gentle with her if you do that, and it would make HIM
happy if SHE is happy.  So I ask you, Dan and Kelly, PLEASE do not refuse
her until you hear what it is that she would like to tell you.  Your friend
and lover (signed) Marlyn

   When I finished reading, I handed the letter to Kelly and sat there
thinking as I watched Marilyn.  She remained calm, waiting patiently for
Kelly to finish the letter, too.

   When Kelly was done, she carefully folded the letter up and tucked it
back into the envelope before giving Marilyn her full attention.  When we
were ready, Marilyn started speaking again, telling us "Tito Dan, I want
you - and Tita Kelly - to know that I want to make love with you because it
is what *I* want.  I don't want to share my body with you because of the
things that you have DONE.  I want to share myself with you because I love
you, and because of the kind of *people* that you _are_.  Inside of you -
both of you!  - I know that there is great love, and that you are honest
and caring people.  I want to make love with you because you are what *I*
want to be like: strong, and loving, and generous.  If that is not a good
reason for us to make love, then I would ask you to tell me what IS a good
reason, and I will do whatever I can to give it to you."

   I looked over at Kelly, and I could see a tear making its way down her
cheek; I have to admit to feeling a little choked up, myself.  Kelly looked
at me, and I knew what her answer was.

   I gestured to Marilyn that she should come over to where I was sitting.
She got up and moved to stand in front of me.  Taking her hands in mine, I
gently pulled her down into my lap, and then loosely held her in my arms.
Looking into her eyes, I told her "Marilyn, you have just given me the
_only_ reasons there are to make love with someone: because you love them,
and like the kind of person they are.  If you want us to make love, then
that is what we will do."

   On hearing that, Marilyn got an absolutely radiant expression on her
face before she told me "Oh, _thank you_ Tito Dan!"

   Marilyn turned to look at Kelly when she heard her ask "Marilyn?  Would
you like to be with just Dan first, or would you like to have me there,
too?"

   Apologetically, Marilyn answered "If...  if you don't mind, Tita Kelly,
I would like to be with Dan only.  Then I would like to be with you, just
the two of us, if that is okay."

   Kelly answered "That's fine, Marilyn.  I would like that, too." in
reassurance.

   "When would you like it to happen?" I asked, thinking I already knew the
answer.

   Somewhat bashfully, Marilyn answered "Tonight?  Now?"

   I smiled, and told her "That's fine, Marilyn."

   She hesitated a moment, then looked at her lap as she told me "Tito Dan,
I have...  saved myself for you.  You will be the first one that I ever
make love with." Her tone of voice told me that she was worried that the
admission she'd just made would somehow change my mind.  I put my hand
under her chin, and gently tilted her head back up so that I could look
into her face as I asked "Why would you do that, Marilyn?"

   I could see the nervousness in her eyes as she told me "Because I love
you, Dan.  Even since before that night I asked you to make love to me
before, I have loved you.  I have always known what a good person you are,
and I promised myself that YOU would be the first person to know my body.
There have been boys that have been cute, and nice - but _none_ of them
were like YOU."

   Hearing that, I knew, then, that what Marilyn had told me was true: that
she DID want to make love with us for the very reasons she'd told us.

   Looking into her eyes, I told her "Thank you, Marilyn.  Not for saving
yourself that way, but because of what it tells me I mean to you.  I am
honored that you would want to do that for me, and I will do the very best
I can to be worthy of the trust and faith that you are showing me."

   She cried a couple of happy tears before she replied "I know, Tito Dan.
THAT is why I wanted _you_ to have me first."

   Taking her into my arms, I hugged her and then kissed her softly on the
lips, letting her know that I loved her, too.  When our lips parted, I
could see the love and happiness that were plain on her face.

   With only a gentle nudge from me, she slid off my lap and stood in front
of me.  I stood, too, and she looked up at me with no trace of fear - the
only things I could see in her eyes were love and trust.

   I spared a glance over to Kelly, who simply gestured that I should go
ahead - smiling, her eyes told me that she loved me, and Marilyn, too. 
Taking her by the hand, I walked with Marilyn down the hall; when we got to
where the door to her room was, I stopped and asked her "Where do we go?"

   She understood that she would be welcome to use either her room, or
Kelly's and mine - and chose her own, telling me "Momma told me how happy
you made her in our room that night.  I would like to be happy there, too."


   I nodded, and let her lead us inside - and then close the door behind
us. She told me "I know that Kelly would not bother us, but I do not want
our time together interrupted by the children if they have to get up during
the night.  And I think that what will happen tonight is for us, and not
something that they are ready to know about yet."

   I nodded, and moved to stand behind her, putting my arms around her
before telling her "Tonight is for *you*, Marilyn."

   She gave a small shiver in my arms, then took my hands and lifted them
to place them over her breasts.  I could feel her erect nipples through the
material of the dress she was wearing, and softly ran my thumbs across
them, causing her to release a soft moan of pleasure.  She turned her head
toward me, and I tilted mine down so the two of us could kiss.  As our lips
touched, I began to softly caress the obvious signs of her womanhood even
as her lips parted in invitation.  In just a few moments, our tongues were
introducing themselves to each other, and I could feel her breathing
quicken as her arousal started to grow.

   When our lips parted again, I slowly slid my hands off her breasts and
around to her back where I reached for the zipper that held her dress
closed.  She tilted her head forward to make it easier for me and then
raised it again when I started to carefully lower the tab and began to
undress her.  In just a few moments, her dress was a puddle of cloth around
her feet and she stood in front of me dressed only in a matching bra and
panty set - neither of them consisting of much more than half an ounce of
material.  I couldn't see any kind of fastener at the back of the bra, and
reached around her, finding it in the front, between the cups of her bra.
It was only a moment's effort to unhook it, feeling it separate and pull
away from the tawny orbs of her breasts.

   The first touch of my hands on her bare skin brought another soft moan
from her, and her hands covered mine, holding my hands where they were. 
Each of her breasts filled my hand without overflowing, and each was warm
and firm under my touch.  Between my first and middle fingers, I could feel
her small, hard nipples; I gently slid my fingers back and forth, rolling
her nipples between them and getting a small gasp from her at the
sensation.

   I continued to hold her for a couple of minutes, her hands on top of
mine.  Only when I lowered my head to softly kiss her shoulder did she let
her hands drop, freeing me to go on.

   I slid my hands down her smooth, trim belly, then around to her hips. 
Slipping my fingers under the waistband of her panties, I pivoted my hands
around so that I was cupping her delightfully firm and curved ass before I
began to slide them off her hips.  As I got them lower and lower on her
legs, I knelt down until they had joined her dress on the floor, where she
stepped out of them.

   Standing again, I slipped her bra off her shoulders and then down her
arms, leaving her naked.

   I took her into my arms again, letting my hands wander the front of her
body as she turned her head so we could kiss again.  When one hand brushed
across the soft thicket of her pubic thatch, her only response was a small
shiver and soft moan into my mouth.

   When our kiss ended, she turned to face me - and I could see that she
stood in front of me completely without fear or embarrassment.  The only
emotion she held was in her eyes, where I could see a mixture of love, and
desire.

   I took a step back, and began to undress myself.  She watched me,
waiting patiently, until I was as nude as she; only then did she step
forward to wrap her arms around me and pull us close.  As I softly stroked
her back, I could feel the hard points of her breasts pressing into my
lower chest, and the softness of her pubic hair against my leg; and I knew
that she could feel my semi-erect penis pressing against her abdomen.

   She finally released me, and I tilted her head up so that we could kiss
- first gently and lovingly, then as the kiss continued, passionately.

   Our kiss ended, and she looked up at me with complete trust and love. 
In her eyes, I could see more than a trace of smoky lust, and knew that she
was ready for us to begin.

   I guided us over to her bed, where she willingly moved to lie down,
stretching out so that I had a clear view of her from head to toe.  Looking
down at her, I told her "Mahal kita, Marilyn", making her smile before she
answered "And I love you, too, Dan."

   Moving to lie next to her on my side, I put my hand on her belly.  When
she looked up at me, I told her "Marilyn, this is _your_ time.  I will be
as gentle with you as I know how.  But if I do *anything* that you don't
like, or that hurts you, you _must_ tell me.  The LAST thing I EVER want to
do is hurt you, or make you unhappy."

   She smiled at me radiantly, and answered "I know that, Tito Dan.  I know
you won't hurt me, and I _want_ to know everything that you want to teach
me about making love.  _Maybe_, when it is time, I will feel a little bit
of pain.  If that happens, then I know that the pain will be as small as we
can make it; and I will be happy to feel it because I will know then that
you love me, and have made me a woman.  And when the pain is gone, I will
be free to know the happiness of making _love_ with you."

   After hearing that, there was nothing more for me to say or do - except
kiss her.

   My lips first touched her on her cute little button nose, surprising
her. Next was her forehead, then her chin.  Her eyes were next, and back to
her nose.  Only then did our lips touch again - softly, gently, and
lovingly.

   As our kisses continued, I slowly drew my hand upward from where it was
laying on her belly until I was able to cup one of her breasts in it.  She
responded by pressing it into my hand in encouragement.  I gently squeezed,
feeling how firm and warm her breast was in my hand, marveling at its
smoothness before moving on the check out its mate.  Next, I began
caressing them, drawing my fingers from where they joined her body, toward
her small, dark nipples.  Under my touch, I could feel her areolas becoming
tight and puckered as her nipples got harder and longer.  In just a couple
of minutes, she was writhing under my touch, softly moaning her increasing
arousal.

   When I had both of her breasts at the peak of arousal (no pun intended),
I began to move my hand lower and lower on her body, trying to memorize the
feel of her smooth, soft skin as I went along.  When my touch finally
reached her pubic hair, she surprised me by spreading her thighs in open
invitation to explore further.  I did, and as the investigation continued,
found that though small and somewhat sparse, her pubic hair was luxuriously
soft.  Further down, I found the small nubbin of her clitoris - eliciting a
gasp of pleasure from her when I contacted it.  Still farther, I came
across her labia; thin, and slick with her arousal, they guided my fingers
to the woman's treasure between her legs.

   The first pass of my fingertip between Marilyn's vaginal lips resulted
in her moaning as she arched her back, as though trying to draw my finger
deeper inside her slick channel.

   Even when I dipped my fingertip between her labia and gently pressed
against her opening, Marilyn didn't flinch or falter; if anything, she made
it abundantly clear that she trusted me to do nothing to hurt her - and
that what I was doing pleased her.

   Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer: the next time our lips parted,
I took the opportunity to begin kissing _other_ places on her body -
starting with her cute, shell-like ears, and moving on to include her neck,
shoulders, throat, and point south.

   I delayed several minutes at her breasts, licking them and softly
sucking and biting her nipples - something that aroused her tremendously.
When both were dark little volcanoes, glistening with my saliva, I resumed
my journey down her body, kissing every square inch of her flawless skin.
Gradually, I moved closer and closer to the source of the delectable aroma
of her womanhood.  When I finally moved between her legs so that I could
tend to the delicate folds of her labia, she eagerly spread her legs to
make room for me, and bent them so I would have easier access to the core
of her womanhood.

   The sight I was greeted with was one I will always treasure: among the
dark wisps of her pubic hair, the cleft of her sex was clearly visible; and
within it, her vaginal lips were extended with the area between shiny with
her oils.



   At the top, her clitoris had thrown back its hood, exposed to my gaze,
waiting for my tender ministrations.  Below, the opening to her vagina was
clearly visible, dark with her arousal and clearly inviting my attentions.

   I looked into her eyes, and saw that she was not only willing, but eager
for me to do with her what I wanted - and what I wanted more than anything
else was to taste her.

   Lowering my head, I extended my tongue and drew it up between the folds
of her labia, collecting a goodly amount of her precious nectar - and
delighted by the taste of her.  Fresh, musky, yet somehow sweet, her oils
were a delight to my taste buds.  I happily did it again, accompanied by a
groan of pleasure from her when I extended my efforts to include brushing
the tip of my tongue across her pea-sized clitoris.  Again and again I
licked her opening, savoring the sweet taste of her until I had exhausted
the readily available supply.



   Only then did I change over to taking her labia between my lips and
sucking on them briefly before giving the nubbin of her clitoris my full
attention.

   Taking it between my lips, I gently sucked on it, bringing a series of
low moans from her; then I began fluttering my tongue across it, something
that earned me a deep groan of pleasure and arousal as she lifted her hips
in encouragement to continue what I was doing - as if I needed it!

   Slowly, gently, and _carefully_ I applied myself to stimulating her.



   It was only a matter of a very few minutes before she was gasping and
groaning her pleasure as I twirled my tongue around her clitoris.  Another
minute more as I softly caressed it with my tongue, and she was muttering
Tagalog phrases between moans of pleasure; a little longer, and I felt her
tense up as the first wave of an orgasm overtook her.  Even as the spasms
of release were ricocheting through her body, I was softly sucking on her
clitoris in time with them, making her pleasure longer and more intense.

   When I finally felt the waves of her release growing smaller, I released
her from between my lips and went back to licking up the ample fluids that
she'd released as she'd climaxed - drawing another set of moans from her as
I did.

   Only when I felt her gentle touch on my head as she told me "Please,
Dan! Stop, so I can rest!" did I lift my head again.

   Looking up at her, I could see that her face and shoulders were dark
with the blush of her arousal, and that it extended even as far down as the
tops of her breasts.

   I moved to lie next to her again, and she didn't hesitate to pull my
head down for a kiss.  I knew that she could taste herself on my lips and
tongue, but it clearly didn't bother her in the slightest - it took only a
second before her tongue was eagerly dancing with mine in my mouth.

   Our lips finally parted, and she looked up at me with something akin to
awe as she told me "I didn't know it could *feel* that good to have someone
do that to me!  I heard about that, but I never thought that it would feel
so _good_!  Thank you, Tito Dan!"

   We laid there for a little bit as she rested before she quietly asked me
"I guess that's what I taste like, there?"

   I hugged her and answered "Yes, dear.  I think you taste _delicious_ -
masarap!" making her giggle before she told me "I think it is not a bad
taste.  Do...  do all girls taste the same?"

   I leaned over a bit to give her another kiss before I answered "Girls
don't all taste _exactly_ the same, but a little bit."

   Hesitantly, she asked "Does Kelly taste like that?"

   I smiled and told her "Like I said: a little bit.  You don't taste
exactly the same as anyone else, but you don't taste a lot different,
either.  I think you will like it, if you want to do that with Kelly."

   I could feel her soft blush before she relaxed in my arms again.  A
little later, she nudged me over onto my back so she could rest on her
elbow and look down at me.  With a grin on her face, she told me "I want to
do like that for you, now."

   I smiled back at her and said "I think I would like that" - her grin got
bigger - "but there is something you must know before."

   She looked at me in curiosity, and I explained "If you do like that for
me, it will feel good for me.  But if you do it until I climax - like you
did - then it will take a little while before I will be able to make love
with you."

   She got a disappointed look on her face, and I continued "BUT, when I
_am_ able to make love again, I will be able to make love with you for a
longer time, if you want."

   That last bit _definitely_ got her attention, because I could see her
smile at the idea.  I went on to tell her "Also, if you make me climax, it
means that my semen - some juice - will squirt out the end of my penis."
She looked a bit doubtful at that, and I explained "It isn't pee - it is
the stuff that makes babies.  Or it would if I did not have a vasectomy a
long time ago."

   She looked at me questioningly, and I explained to her about my
vasectomy, and what it did.  She looked troubled that I had gotten operated
on, but I was able to assure her that it hadn't been painful, which seemed
to settle her down.  I finished up by telling her "Anyway, it might be a
surprise for you how hard the juice comes out.  Some women don't like to
taste it, and others do; it is up to you if you want to let me climax in
your mouth or not.  Before it happens, I will tell you - that I am going to
squirt, or that I am going to cum."

   She looked at me for a moment and then asked "Is it a bad taste?"

   I laughed and told her "I don't know - I've never tasted it.  But Kelly
tells me she likes it!"

   That seemed to be all Marilyn needed to hear; if her Tita Kelly liked
it, then *she* was determined to try it, too.

   With a surprisingly lecherous grin on her face, she kissed me on the
lips - then continued kissing her way down my body, pausing to give MY
nipples a little suction before continuing on her way.  In just a couple of
minutes, she was face-to-face (as it were) with my penis.  She looked up at
me, and I told her "If you want to touch me, it's okay.  I will tell you if
you start to do anything that doesn't feel good."

   Reassured that I'd let her know if she started to hurt me, she gently
took my semi-erect penis in her hand and began to examine it.  When she'd
refreshed her memory of it from the 'lessons' she'd gotten before, she went
on to cup my testicles and look them over, as well.  Once she was satisfied
that she remembered what she'd been told about the male anatomy, she began
to stroke me - and was delighted when she felt me begin to respond. 
Looking up at me shyly, she asked "I can do that now?"

   "You can do that any time you want to, Marilyn", I replied.

   She lowered her head and tentatively stuck her tongue out, letting just
the tip of it contact my glans before pulling it back in again.  She saw a
drop of pre-cum on the end, and stuck her tongue out again to collect a
small taste of it.  She considered it for a few moments, then told me "I
think I like that one!" before parting her lips and taking the head of my
mostly-erect penis into her mouth.

   Over the next few minutes, she listened carefully to me as I patiently
told her about the different things that she could do that would feel good
for me.  With each suggestion, she would carefully try it out, accepting
any corrections I needed to give her.  Then, when she was satisfied that
she knew how to do it, she would stop and I would tell her about the next
one.

   With each of her little 'practice' sessions, I would get a little longer
and harder in her hand, amply demonstrating to her that she was having the
desired effect.  By the time I finished, I was fully erect, and she had a
distinctly pleased look on her face.  When she realized that I was done,
she smiled at me around my penis, and began applying her new skills - with
considerable effect, I might add.

   She seemed eager to try _everything_ I'd told her about, in various
combinations, at different speeds; but her enthusiasm *never* waned.  I
tried to delay my climax for as long as I could; not only because I wanted
her to get a little more confidence, but because what she was doing felt so
damn good!  Finally, though, there wasn't any putting it off any longer.  I
felt myself getting close to the edge, and dutifully warned her "Marilyn!
I'm going to shoot!"

   She merely nodded to let me know she'd heard me, and kept going - and no
more than a minute later, I saw her eyes get large as the first jet of my
cum erupted from the end of my penis, apparently coating her tonsils.  She
hesitated only a second, though, and continued sucking and licking me as I
continued to squirt wad after wad of jism into her greedy little mouth. 
Only when she felt me begin to soften and shrink in her hand did she
release me from between her lips - which she licked to collect the few
drabs of semen that had escaped her mouth.  She then swallowed, and took me
into her mouth again so she could lick any remaining semen from my penis
before she let it pull free again.  Giving me a shameless grin, she said "I
think Tita Kelly is right - it is a _good_ taste!"

   She gave me a Look and said "You said that you have never tasted that?"

   I nodded, and told her "Not really.  Sometimes I have gotten a little
bit of a taste, but not much.  Why?"

   She gave me what I suspect was the Filipino version of the Goober look
(as if saying "You are SUCH a Goober!"), and answered "Then I will wash my
mouth."

   I managed to get hold of her and pull her into a hug before I told her
"Marilyn, you don't have to do that" and then kissed her full on the lips.
When I pulled back, I could see that she still wasn't happy about the idea
of kissing me after she'd just had my cum in her mouth, though.  As an
attempt to appease her, I offered "Would it be enough if you had something
to drink, first?"

   She considered that for a few seconds and then said that it would.  I
told her "Then I'll get us a soda from the refrigerator, okay?"

   She immediately got worked up and told me "I will be the one to do
that!" - and promptly hopped out of bed and headed for the kitchen before I
could stop her.  She was back in just a minute with a couple of cans of
Coke.  She quickly climbed back into bed with me, and opened one of them
before handing it to me.  As I was taking a sip, she opened the other and
promptly took several healthy swallows from it - using the last one to
briefly 'rinse' her mouth before swallowing it.  She saw me looking at her,
and blushed a little before defiantly telling me "I don't think it is good
for you to taste your juice like that.  You are not a bacla (male
homosexual)!"

   I laughed and answered "Okay, okay, okay!  Is it all right if I kiss you
_now_?"

   She blushed again, and nodded before leaning over to let me give her a
kiss - one that included a little mutual tonsil massage.  When it ended,
she looked at me somewhat suspiciously, as though trying to determine
whether or not she'd gotten all of my cum out of her mouth.  She hadn't,
really, but it wasn't anything I was going to worry about, so I put on my
best "everything is fine" face.



   That seemed to satisfy her, and she let me pull her next to my side and
put my arm around her.  When my hand came to rest on her belly, she didn't
hesitate to move it up so that it was covering her breast.

   As we lay there, recovering from _my_ climax, we talked - not just about
us, but about HER: what she wanted to do with her life, how she planned to
continue her education, what she saw as the future of the Philippines, what
problems and possible solutions she saw for the country, and so on.  I knew
that she was smart, but I was surprised at the breadth of things that she
paid attention to, and the amount of thought that she put into her future.
I knew that I was going to have to tell Kelly to have her OWN little 'chat'
with Marilyn when the two of them together; there wasn't a doubt in my mind
that we would have to find a way to make SURE that Marilyn got all the
'breaks' we could manage for her.

   Still, the reason she was laying there with me was because she wanted us
to make love.  And she never lost sight of that 'goal'.  Nearly an hour
went by with the two of us talking before she decided to change the subject
by asking me "Tito Dan?  Do you think that you are ready to make love to me
now?"

   I gave her a hug, and softly caressed the nipple in my hand before I
answered "I think so, dear.  But if you look, I think you can see that even
though I am _ready_ to make love with you, there is still something that
needs to be taken care of."

   She looked down to where my penis was laying against me leg, and
understood what I meant.  Looking up at me, she grinned and told me "I can
fix that!"

   I grinned back and answered "I thought so", making her grin even wider.

   She didn't delay in pivoting around so that she could take my limp penis
in her hand and begin stroking it - and feeling me begin to respond to her
gentle touch.  With an impish grin, she opened her mouth and took nearly my
entire length inside, gently sucking on me as she used her _wonderfully
talented_ tongue to massage me back to life.  I began to caress her thigh,
and when she looked over at me, I told her "I want to do like that to you
again."

   She gave me a happy nod, and released me from her lips long enough to
let me stretch out on the bed; when I was in position, she quickly picked
up where she left off.  While she was doing that, I carefully guided her to
a kneeling position, and got one of her legs lifted up and positioned on
the other side of my head - leaving her positioned for what I wanted to do
with her.

   Raising my head a little, I was able to once again start licking between
Marilyn's thin, slick labia, savoring the taste of her on my tongue.  As
before, it didn't take me long to exhaust the immediate supply - but I also
knew how to get her producing more!  Still, what she was doing to me was
feeling damn good, so I decided to return the favor for a bit.  Fastening
my mouth over her opening, I stiffened my tongue and tried to see if I
could somehow manage to lick her tonsils from THAT end of her - and was
rewarded by a deep, prolonged groan as she tried to help by pressing
herself back against me.  When I ultimately decided I wasn't going to make
it - a couple of minutes later - I switched over to softly sucking on her
opening, as through trying to draw a particularly thick milkshake through a
straw.  She seemed to like that feeling as well, if her gasps and moans
around my erect penis were any indication.

   With my hands holding the firm globes of her ass, and my face buried
between her smooth thighs, I wasn't in any particular hurry to stop what I
was doing.  The feelings she was creating around my manhood felt great -
but I wasn't anywhere _near_ being aroused enough to cum, so I took the
opportunity she was presenting me to enjoy myself a bit.  Between softly
'chewing' her labia, 'milking' her clitoris with my lips, and everything
else I was doing, it was only a very few minutes before I had her fairly
_dripping_ in arousal - accompanied by a nonstop series of moans, gasps,
groans, and other happy/aroused noises.

   When I was finally satisfied, I lowered my head back to the bed and
asked her "Are you ready, Marilyn?"

   She released my penis from her mouth with a soft 'pop' and sat up before
answering "Oh, *yes*, Tito Dan!"

   I smiled to myself at her eagerness and enthusiasm, and gently guided
her so that she wasn't straddling my head any longer.  She turned around to
face me, and with only the faintest hint of nervousness asked me "How do
we...  What do we do, Dan?"

   I sat up and took her in my arms for a kiss before answering "The
easiest way for YOU would be if you were on top of me.  Then you could just
kind of 'sit down' on me, and only go as fast as you wanted to.  If we do
it any other way, then it will be up to me to know when to slow down, and
when to stop, so that it is easier for you."

   She thought it over for a second, and told me "I want to have you on top
of me - that is the one they call the 'missionary position', yes?" I
nodded, and told her "Yes, that's it.  But why do you want to do it that
way, instead of the other one?"

   To my surprise, she blushed a little before telling me "I am a little
bit afraid that I will not have the courage when it is time to break my...
what you call it?  Cherry?" I nodded, and she went on "And you are very big
and strong, and I want to feel you over me, like you are protecting me
while we are making love the first time."

   There really wasn't anything for me to say to that.  I was worried about
hurting her, but I was damned if I was going to disappoint her, either. 
The only thing I could do was to make sure I went slowly, and was as gentle
as I could be with her, and didn't hurt her too much when the time came. 
Smiling at her, I told her "If that is what you want, then that is what we
will do" - and got a big (relieved) smile in return.

   She quickly moved to lie down on the bed, and spread her legs for me
without a second thought.  I moved between them, and as she looked up at me
in complete confidence and trust, got us situated: with my gentle guidance,
she bent her legs and lifted her knees, tilting her pelvis up and making it
easier for me to get positioned and lined up.  I reached between us and
took hold of my erection, then slid it up and down between her vaginal
lips, making sure the head was well lubricated with her oils.  As I was
doing that, she closed her eyes, moaning at the feeling of it.  When she
felt me position myself at her entrance, she opened her eyes again and
looked up at me, saying "I am ready, Tito Dan.  Please, make love with me."


   As we looked into each other's eyes, I began to press myself forward -
slowly, but firmly.  Around the end of my penis, I could feel it as she
consciously tried to relax herself to let me in.  After a few moments, she
had relaxed enough that the small amount of pressure I was applying was
enough to let the head of my penis slip through her opening.  When that
happened, her eyes got positively HUGE - but she didn't utter a peep. 
Still, I waited until I saw her smile, and nod to me that she was ready for
me to continue.  I pressed forward again, and something under an inch of my
manhood slid further into her before I stopped again to give her time to
not only adjust to having me inside, but to let me know if she was having
any pain, or any difficulty.  After a few seconds, she lifted her hips a
bit to let me know to go on.  I think it surprised her when I withdrew a
bit, but when I pushed in again, another half inch went inside her before I
felt the head of my penis touch her maidenhead.  I could see in her eyes
that she could feel it, too - but she didn't show any sign of fear or
discomfort.  I waited a little bit, though, before easing myself out to
re-distribute her oils, then entering her again - only to be surprised when
I felt the head of my penis hit, then slip past, her hymen.  I saw a brief
flicker of _something_ cross her face, and immediately stopped, asking her
"Are you okay, Marilyn?  Does it hurt?"

   She gave me an absolutely stunning smile before answering "I'm _fine_,
Tito Dan - it doesn't hurt even a *little* bit.  I felt a little bit of a
pull, but that was all.  It feels _good_ to have you inside me!"

   I *knew* I was past where her cherry had been, but she wasn't showing
even the slightest indication of any discomfort.  If anything, she seemed
quite pleased that we were past that point.  Nothing to do but keep going.

   I slid out of her a little ways again and then back in - even further,
so that a bit over half my penis was inside her.  She was incredibly tight
inside - as you'd figure a virgin (or former virgin, by that time) would
be. But she was also very wet; that was the only thing that I could think
of that made it possible for me to enter her as far and as quickly as I
had. More mystifying to me, though, was the apparent ease with which she
was accepting me - there wasn't the slightest indication on her part that
she was having _any_ trouble having me stretch her inside, as I knew I must
be doing.  I finally just told myself "Fuck it.  Drive on." and proceeded
to finish making a woman of her.

   A couple more strokes, and I felt the head of my penis touch the deepest
part of her even as my pelvis was coming into contact with hers.  When that
happened, she got a Mona Lisa type of smile on her face and I knew that I'd
made her happy - at least, a little bit.  She wouldn't really be satisfied,
I knew, until I'd brought her to orgasm by making love to her.  With the
knowledge that she was able to accept me without discomfort, I proceeded to
try and satisfy her wishes and desires.

   Over the course of the next couple of minutes, I slowly began thrusting
in and out of her, steadily increasing the pace of my movements.  As I did,
I could see in her face that not only was she comfortable with what I was
doing, but actually _enjoying_ it.  It wasn't long before I was steadily
pistoning in and out of her while the liquid sounds of our joining filled
the room - along with the heady aroma of her increasing arousal and the
sounds of her pleasure.

   Looking down to where we were coupled, I watched as my penis slid in and
out of her: her labia were small and thin enough that they barely moved. 
Instead, they remained parted, her clitoris exposed at the top of her
cleft. Her eyes were closed at first, but she opened them and saw where I
was looking.  She lifted her head to look, too, and I heard her moan before
she whispered "O, diyos, ito asta pagayon sexy!"; my limited Tagalog was
enough to let me know that she liked what she was seeing.

   She let her head fall back, looking up at me with a mixture of love and
lust plain on her face.

   I lowered my body, resting on my elbows to hold myself over her as I
continued thrusting into her wet, _tight_ channel.  As I did, I could feel
the hard nubbins of her erect nipples dragging back and forth across my
chest - something that must have felt as good to her as it did to me, since
she tried to press herself against me even more to increase the sensation.
As I continued to slide in and out of her, she lifted her legs and locked
her ankles behind my back to open herself to me even further - making it
even easier for me to plunder the depths of her womanhood.

   The two of began kissing, while her nipples continued to dance intricate
designs on my chest in time with the rhythms of our mating.  Compared to
the coolness of her skin, the depths of her vagina felt like a small blast
furnace around my manhood.

   It wasn't much longer before I began to feel faint twinges of her sheath
around me; a couple more minutes, and they had grown to distinct, rhythmic
clenching, and I knew that she was approaching her first orgasm as a young
woman.  I continued my rhythm, since it seemed to be working so well for
her, and was rewarded as the spasms of her vagina grew stronger and more
frequent - until, finally, she threw her head back and cried out softly as
she clamped down on me in what could only be her release.

   I held myself deep inside her, delighting in the sensations she was
creating around me as wave after wave of her climax coursed through her
young body.  She gasped and moaned and tossed her head, making her hair fly
as she found the pleasure she'd sought.  After she'd gone through several
spasms around me, I heard her draw a deep, ragged breath before she opened
her eyes - looking up at me, but not seeing me as a few more waves of
release overtook her.  Only when several seconds went by with out a repeat
did she seem to see me; even then it took her another few seconds before
she actually seemed to recognize me.  But when she did, she threw her arms
around me and pulled me down, hugging me fiercely as she cried her joy into
my chest.

   When she released me, I raised myself off of her again and listened as
she told me "Oh, _thank_ you, Tito Dan!  That was *SO* much better than I
thought it would be!"

   I smiled at her and answered "But we're not done yet, Marilyn - unless
you want to be" before sliding my still-erect penis out of her a little
ways.  Her eyes grew wide, and before she could speak I told her "Remember,
I told you that after I have a climax - which you gave me - I could make
love longer.  So we can make love some more, if that is what you want..."

   She got a delighted expression on her face and told me "I want that!" In
_very_ short order, I was making love to her again, much to her pleasure
and delight.

   I don't know how much longer we continued to make love with each other.
I only know that when I started to get a little tired from the position we
started in, she saw the sweat starting to develop on my face, and wanted us
to change to a different position that would be easier on me.  We settled
on 'doggy', and I was able to bring her to two more orgasms before THAT
position got to be too much.  Next, at her insistence, I lay down on my
back and she was the one on top - where she was able to bring BOTH of us to
a climax as she eagerly bounced herself up and down on my manhood.  When we
uncoupled, I got up and went in to get a washcloth to clean us of our
combined juices - and a few traces of blood.  When I started to clean the
area between her thighs, she tried to protest "I will be the one to do
that!" - but gave in when I firmly told her "No, _I_ will." Then I went and
got each of us something to drink, and a snack; when I got back, she gladly
snuggled into my side as we refreshed ourselves.  After we'd rested for a
bit, we got up and took a shower together - something that pleased her
greatly was having me washing her cute little body with my bare hands and a
bar of soap.  She did the same for me, and I have to say that it was quite
enjoyable having her cool, nimble fingers cleaning me off.

   After we'd dried each other off, we went to bed; she insisted that I lay
on my back so she could lay on her side next to me, one arm on my chest and
one of her legs draped across mine as I held my arm around her.  After a
number of soft, gentle, loving kisses, we finally fell asleep.

   The next morning, I woke up and found her on her hands and knees over
me, slowly dragging her nipples across my chest.  I looked up at her, and
she gave me a shy grin before saying "It felt so good last night when this
happened, and I wanted to feel it some more." I laughed, and told her "Its
okay, Marilyn.  I think it's a _very_ nice way to wake up!"

   She laughed, too, and said "It will be time for the children to get up
soon, and I have to go and make their breakfast.  You stay here, and I will
bring you a cup of coffee, first."

   I thanked her, and she smiled before getting off of me and going over to
put on the robe she usually wore when getting the kids ready for school. 
When she was ready to leave, she came over and gave me a kiss before
telling me "Thank you, Tito Dan, for making love with me last night.  It
felt _very_ good, and makes me love you even more." I reached under her
robe and gave her ass a soft caress and said "I am glad that you enjoyed
it, dear."

   She grinned, gave my penis a playful squeeze, and left.  A couple
minutes later, she was back with TWO cups of hot coffee, telling me "I
didn't see Tita Kelly, so I brought some coffee for her, too.  I know that
you have to get dressed so you can go to work, now."

   I got up, took the coffee and thanked her, then followed her out into
the hallway; she went one way toward the kitchen and I went the other to
the bedroom.  Inside, I could see that Kelly was still asleep, so I held
the coffee in front of her face, knowing that the smell of it would awaken
her gently.  It was only a few seconds before she opened her eyes and saw
me sitting on the edge of the bed.  She sat up and accepted the coffee from
me, took a sip, and asked "I'm going to trust that everything went well
last night?", a smile on her face.

   I gently laughed and answered "Oh, it went just _fine_.  She said she
didn't feel any pain, just a little tug inside; and she only bled a little
bit.  She seems to be willing to try damn near anything, and she's right
enthusiastic, she is."

   Kelly smiled, and asked "Did she enjoy it?  Is she okay this morning?"
"I'm going to assume she did - she had about a half-dozen orgasms along the
way.  I suspect she's a _little_ sore inside this morning, but she's not
showing it."

   Kelly raised an eyebrow as she repeated "A half dozen?" "Yeah, about
that.  Might be plus-or-minus one, but that's close.  Like I said, she's
enthusiastic."

   "I guess!" Kelly said, with a small laugh.

   I went on to tell her "I don't know when, but I think it's a pretty sure
bet that she's going to want to have some time with YOU, too.  She didn't
come out and _say_ it, but I definitely got the impression she's willing."

   Kelly grinned at me, and said "I think I could handle that." - then
laughed when I replied "Somehow, I thought you could."

   After a bit, Kelly got out of bed, and the two of us got dressed -
'helping' each other along the way: I'd check to make sure her bra cups fit
properly, and she'd check to make sure my underwear did, and so on. 
Despite the (literal) grab-ass, we did manage to get dressed and out to the
kitchen where we saw that Marilyn had made some breakfast for us, too.

   Kelly and I finished our breakfast as the kids were, so we had enough
time for another cup of coffee before we had to freshen up before heading
for the office.  I think Marilyn was more than a little surprised when
Kelly gave her the kind of 'goodbye' kiss that _I_ did, though.

   -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

   As I'd thought, it was a couple of days before Marilyn was ready to have
a go with Kelly.  The two of them disappeared into Marilyn's room shortly
after the kids went to bed, and I didn't see either of them again until
Kelly woke me up in our bedroom the next morning.  We had a conversation
that was pretty much a mirror of the one we'd had after *I* had been with
Marilyn, and soon decided that whoever got Marilyn as a permanent lover was
going to be both lucky (at how agreeable she was) and cursed (at how
'enthusiastic').

   In the weeks that followed, Marilyn wound up in our bed several times,
making love with Kelly and I at the same time; I have to admit that it was
more than passably fun.  From us, Marilyn went on to spend time with Jan,
Robyn, Sandra, Susan, and even Candice when she was finally able to stop in
for a visit.  All of them agreed with my and Kelly's opinion about the
benefits and hazards of being Marilyn's lover.

   Marilyn spent Christmas with us, since the break at school wasn't really
long enough for her to fly home and spend it with her family.  We arranged
another phone call from Marlyn and Ted, which thrilled her, as did the
gifts that all of us got for her.  She finished her first semester of
college with a 3.92 grade point average; her second semester ended with her
raising that to 3.96.  All of us told her how proud we were of her, which
embarrassed her to no end.

   When school let out for the summer, she flew home; then came back again
in time to start her sophomore year, with all of us picking up pretty much
where we'd left off.  The one exception was that Bishop Ferguson had
finally convinced me and Kelly to start teaching classes at the Catholic
high school.  Each of us had just one class a week, on different days, so
it wasn't any trouble working it into our schedule.  Kelly is going to be
teaching "Philosophical Discussions" while my subject is "Problem Analysis"
- but those are just the 'cover names' so Kelly can teach the kids what
'love' is, and so I can try to teach them how to _think_.  We made it clear
what we were going to do to the Bishop, and he doesn't have any problems
with it.

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