Marigold touches her first penis.

Agonizing seconds that felt like minutes passed as Marigold sat between Harry's legs, finally unable to think of the red thing twitching in front of her as anything but a man's penis. She had always expected this moment to come after years of dating, months of engagement, and finally a beautiful wedding to the man she loved. Instead here she was, her knees rubbing against the rough carpet of the room in the convention hall, looking at the penis of a man who sold... sex toys!

As the time passed, Harry found himself getting impatient. This broad wasn't going to end up giving him blue balls, was she? He had worked so hard to get this far, if she gave up now, he didn't know what he would do with himself. At least he had those pictures; he could make a mint off of those. But he needed those full, beautiful lips of hers on his dick, more than he needed anything else in this world.

"It's okay, hon," he said softly. "Take your time, there's no need to rush." He took the opportunity to take a photo of her in front of his dick, just for good measure. "Why don't we start slow? Just touch it first, how about."

Marigold looked up at him. "Okay," she whispered. Her left hand floated forward, even before she had meant it to, and rested her hand against the side of Harry's bright red shaft. As soon as she touched it, she saw the sex shop owner quiver. That means I'm doing it right, Marigold thought to herself. I'm helping Harry to... relax. That gave her the little burst of confidence she needed to push herself forward. Her right hand inched closer, then, until it rested on the other side of Harry's member and Marigold realized that she had a man's erect penis between her hands. She couldn't believe what she was doing. She also couldn't believe that her fingers were wrapping around it, gripping Harry's dick even tighter, as her breath became ragged, ****, and heavy.