Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

Marion jerked her hand away, but almost immediately she had seized it again, this time cupping her fingers over the ruddy tip. Suddenly she was trembling with a wild desire, and, fighting to shake it from her mind, she buried her face against Herbert’s shoulder, but at the same time strengthening rather than loosening her grip upon the impatient bludgeon. She began to sob.

Herbert patted her shoulders, soothingly. “Why, what’s the matter, sweetheart? There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise that I will not let the horny scoundrel loose upon your charming nook until you give full consent.”

Marion continued to weep. Then, half-audibly, she blurted out her confession. “Oh, Herbert, I do want it-the very touch of it sets me on fire. But you were so rough when you put it in there. It wasn’t at all like when you-when you put your-!”

He could not here the rest, but he guessed her meaning. “I understand, darling,” he said. “And you want me to repeat that delicate caress? Well, I’m not against such a proposal. In fact it gives me great pleasure to titillate your rosy little button with my lips. But you must realize that such a procedure only makes more ravenous the appetite of that monster which you have now leashed in your pretty little fingers. Unless you are willing to reciprocate as you did before, I am afraid that my kissing the adorable little nest will ruin my good intentions.”

Marion did not answer-with words. He felt her grip tighten on his raging tool as with a little cry she slipped from his arms. Before he knew what had happened she had thrown back the covers, bringing the object into full view, as well as their nude bodies, and, reversing her position with one quick whirling motion, she had sheathed his giant pole in her flaming lips. Nor did Herbert have to reach for his share of this feast. Yoking his neck with her shapely thighs, she thrust her silt squarely against his mouth, and his tongue darted forth to give it greeting. Mouth to sex, the two figures writhed on the bed in a jumble of arms and legs. Gone now from Marion’s mind was all restraint, all shame. As the stiffened organ responded to her lewd ministrations, she thought of nothing but of drawing forth its liquid, of feeling the hot gush flow into her eager throat.

Thus they spent the remainder of the day, Marion exhibiting a nymphomaniacal greed that would scarcely allow Herbert time to rest between bouts. Her face was flushed with unsatiated passion, and, even as they ate the meal that had been ordered at Herbert’s insistence, the corrupted Marion toyed with the thing that gave her such pleasure. She talked in a gabble of obscene, senseless endearments, as though she confused everything with the act she came to regard as the culmination of ardor. Three times during the afternoon she repeated it, and, when at last Herbert’s staff failed to respond to her darting tongue, he began to fear that Marion had gone insane from lust.

He sought to distract her from this relentless pursuit by a joking reference to her capacity for enjoyment. “Really, my dear Marion, I’m afraid that one man is not enough for you. Surely, if your attachment for this new-found delicacy continues at this rate, I’ll be too weak to move. Why, look what you’ve done to my poor prick.” He glanced ruefully at the now shrunken organ, lying flaccidly against his leg. “Why, it is utterly exhausted. I venture that nothing could bring it to attention for at least twenty-fours hours-not even if a lovely young virgin were to walk into the room and place herself at my disposal.”

Herbert’s words were by no means as casually impromptu as they sounded. Within his mind there had been for some time the desire to be a witness to Marion’s participation in carnal pleasure with another man, remembering Harry Hamilton’s strange delight in watching him as he plunged with incestuous rapture atop the body of his sister. He had dismissed the first feeling of horror he had had concerning amiable cuckoldry, and for some time he speculated upon the chances of persuading Marion to give herself to another man in his presence.

Marion, too, had found herself entertaining similar thoughts. With her husband’s once rigid tool shrunk to flabby impotence, her mind had once again begun to see visions of Stan Cochrane’s muscular body, and all the unsatisfied longing she had experienced during that night when Stan, with his peculiar moral code, had refused to take her virginity, now returned. Cannily, she now saw a chance to bring up a subject that she hoped would win approval from Herbert.

“How about Mildred?” she asked boldly. “Do you think that Mildred’s lovely nakedness would arouse that shrivelled thing?”

“Perhaps so,” Herbert said, his interest aroused by the idea. “But surely Stan would object. And how about Mildred? I have heard that for all her flirting around-her kissing other men and even letting them gaze upon her charms-that she is as faithful as any man could demand. I doubt very much, therefore, if she would be amenable to such a proposal. Besides,” he added, watching her covertly, “what would you think of such a thing? Would you share your husband with a woman-with your sister?”

“If it would make you happy, darling, I would not object. I think I would enjoy a chance to revenge myself upon Stan by aiding in a scheme to persuade Mildred to unfaithfulness. After all, he is to blame for the state you see me in. Before I met him I was a pure and unsullied young girl. It was his continual goading and persuasion that has brought me to this state.”

“And what about your own passion?” Herbert asked. Secretly his mind was jubilant at the evident willingness Marion had shown thus far. “Would you perhaps seek similar enjoyment with Stan? Is that it? Do you not think that, in fairness to Stan, he should be allowed to have his way with you? That is, if I take his wife, should he not be permitted to have mine in exchange?”

Marion’s heart leaped at the thought, but she managed to remain casual in manner as she answered: “That depends entirely upon you and Stan, dear.”

“Very well, then,” he replied. “I shall have Mildred for a night, and you shall have Stan. Shall we return to the Dunes, or shall we telephone them and ask them to come here-for a celebration of our marriage?”

“I think that would be best for them to come here,” Marion replied. “You know, there are so many people continually dropping in at their place, we might be discovered. I’ll call Mildred at once.”

Eager with anticipation of the denouement of this strange pact, Marion picked up the telephone from the bedside table, and, after giving instructions to the operator for the long-distance call, she waited with unconcealed impatience for the connection to be made.

In a few minutes Marion was speaking to Mildred, telling her to come with Stan up to the city at once. She refused to discuss details or answer Mildred’s puzzled inquiry, saying only that she and Herbert planned to celebrate and that Mildred and Stan must come.

Herbert’s body tingled with renewed desire as he heard that Mildred had accepted the invitation. When Marion returned the telephone to the table, he took her in his arms and squeezed her lovingly. “Ah, my darling, I’m happy to see that, despite your upbringing, you’ve quickly adapted yourself to the pleasures of sex. There is nothing, after all, in our plan, that is loathsome. Variety is the spice of life and I’m sure that many marriages that go on the rocks because of infidelity would turn out to be ideal relationships if the husbands and wives would enter into such agreements as ours. For while I love you very much, and am greatly excited by your charms, still I am not immune to a temporary longing to enjoy another woman. And if I do it, why shouldn’t you? After all, a woman has the same right to a change as has a man.”