Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

This feeling must have been communicated to Herbert, for he changed his manner of attack immediately. Renewing his fond caresses on Marion’s pelvic regions, he rolled over on his back and with his powerful arms lifted the girl’s unprotesting body up and over, so that she now lay atop of him, her thighs straddling his neck. Her rosy buttocks, divided by a deliciously mounded alley, terminated in a shadowy region that secreted that mecca of all lovers’ pilgrimages. Spreading the satin thighs a little, the nest came into view, hanging temptingly a scant hand’s breath above Herbert’s face. With a little shudder of delight, Marion felt the contact of his ravenous tongue as his hands pulled her buttocks gently into position.

Marion now lay in such a position that Herbert’s protuberant weapon reared upward directly before her face, waving ever so slightly as if urging her to taste its sweets. Her hands crept passionately over his belly and groins. With trembling fingers she smoothed the pubic growth, and, adventurously letting her fingers go still lower, stroked and petting the terrifying bag that hung suspended beneath the rigid rod. The caressing motions of that tormenter at work between Marion’s thighs had now begun to have their effect. With a weak cry of acquiescence, she placed her lips to the crimson head. Her tongue fairly leaped to its duty, and opening her mouth she welcomed the raging visitor. Pressing her head downward, she let the member slide backward until she almost choked, then, remembering Mildred’s demonstration of this dalliance, which both Mildred and Stan had told her was the most thrilling and delectable of all embraces, she let it slip out until only the burning head remained in seclusion. Her tongue, inexperienced as it was, possessed some instinct that guided it to the most exciting regions, and worked furiously to repay caress for caress.

Trembling with lust, their passions whipped to fury by their mutual embraces, the two bodies jerked and writhed on the silken rug. Marion felt the fire within her groove increase, unallayed by the wet tongue of Herbert. Panting with nervous tension, driven to complete abandonment by this tantalizing maneuver, she pressed her slit still closer to Herbert’s hot face, and, burying her head between his thighs, licked madly at his squirming buttocks for an instant, then seized the palpitating monster once more with her lips and pushed it greedily into her mouth. Her whole body, mind and soul, was now consumed by lustful excitement, and it is to be doubted if she would have consented to relinquish this morsel, even had a dozen strangers walked into the room. Alternately licking and sucking at this treasure, she felt it become harder with each touch. Suddenly she realized that she was about to spend, and with this realization she knew that Herbert’s staff was about to do likewise.

For an instant she felt a revulsion at the idea of receiving this offering in her mouth, although she had seen the lascivious Mildred, under a similar circumstance, not only permit the volley, but swallow its jelly-like content, and even continue her oral ministrations until the last drop had been extracted. But she had no further time to decide whether to accept or reject the discharge, for at this moment, with a muffled scream, her body jerked spasmodically as Herbert’s ruthless attack accomplished it purpose. So weakened from the thrilling ecstasy of the deluge, she could not have pushed Herbert’s member from her mouth had she wanted to do so, and, as he in turn began to heave and squirm in the throes of his own gushing climax, Marion’s lips tightened on the twitching shaft. The torrent filled her mouth, overflowing onto her cheeks, as ejaculation after ejaculation came rushing forth. Delirious from the effect of this culmination, she continued her ministrations until her mouth was filled, and not to be outdone by Mildred, did with this gelatinous mouthful exactly as her sister had done.

Exhausted at last, the conquered giant, now rapidly shrinking in size, slipped from her parted lips, and Marion rolled from her position to lie limply on the floor at Herbert’s side. She lay with her eyes closed for some time, her mind reeling with tumultuous recapitulations of the scene she had just aided in enacting. She realized, with a fleeting feeling of shame, she had committed an act that a week before would have terrified her with loathing by its very suggestion. Her senses, whipped and goaded during these days by the lecherous Stanley and her sister, who was no more restrained in her lovemaking than he, had now surrendered to the advance of a lustful man! She, Marion Stone, erstwhile flower of innocence, was now cognizant of such emotions that, even though sanctified by a marriage ceremony, were no less carnal in their implication. Married or not, she had succumbed to Herbert’s blandishments with no more compunction than had she been an outright harlot. Suddenly her lifelong training in seemly and chaste conduct manifested itself, and she felt ashamed and humiliated. She stole a glance at the reclining form of her husband and preceptor, hoping vainly that he would be so exhausted that he would have fallen asleep.

She was doomed to disappointment. With a shrinking feeling of despair she saw his eyes open and watch her with rekindled fires of lust. Reaching out, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her to him. Clutching her trembling form in his arms he stroked her milk-white backside and breasts, and eagerly his lips, still humid from their frenzied embrace on her burning crevice, sought her mouth. He murmured passionate and obscene terms of endearment, half-understood because of the double duty his lips performed.

She caught the word “screw,” recognizing it as one of the names for the sex act as revealed to her by her lascivious sister, and feeling that she could not stand another intimate ceremony with Herbert until she had had time to recollect her senses, she made imploring protest.

“Please, Herbert, not now. Oh, spare me for a little while-spare me. I’m not used to such this time. I’ll die!”

“Nonsense,” said the now thoroughly aroused Herbert. “You are not exhausted, nor are you likely to be-that is, from what I alone can do. No man can stand up against the consuming passion of a young and beautiful woman. You will be straining at the leash, so to speak, when my battering ram has curled up and died.”

Marion had opened her mouth to renew her pleasure when suddenly she felt herself being rolled over on her back. Gently but quickly her thighs were forced open and the strong body of her husband thrust itself within this lovely nook, couching itself on her shapely belly. The hardening instrument danced wildly against her genital mound, as if seeking the cavern of its own will, and Marion felt its great length searing her flesh as he strained his body to hers. This time there was no response from the girl. While a few minutes before she had begged him to storm her womb with this frightful weapon, she now was assailed with the fear that it would injure her, tear her open. She had heard that such entrance resulted in bleeding, and she saw herself in a fleeting vision, bleeding to death while the unheeding Herbert battered away with his bludgeon. She struggled ineffectually to escape from his embrace, which only grew stronger with each attempt she made for freedom.

“Oh-please, Herbert-for God’s sake, not now-I’ll-I’ll-I’ll even take it in my mouth again to satisfy you! But please, don’t enter me-the other way-at this time. Let me recover my senses.”

Herbert was unrelenting. Raising himself slightly he seized his throbbing machine with one hand and pushed its head against the moist lips of her vagina. Wet from the delicious agitation of his tongue, the crevice offered but little resistance, so far as its threshold was concerned. And, while Marion’s thighs threshed vainly to dislodge the intruder, the increased pressure of Herbert’s body decreased her ability to move except in a rising and falling motion. This movement did little to repulse the shaft, rather permitting it to embed its red head all the more firmly. Realizing this, Marion sighed with resignation and lay limp, unable to flex her muscles for the dreaded shock of the complete coupling. Excited by his success thus far, and reveling in the feel of the tightly clutched lips around his steaming engine, Herbert braced himself and made the final lunge.