Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

So, lying in restful ease, they planned a suitable reception for their coming guests.

In less than two hours there was a knock at the door. Marion had told Mildred that they were to come directly to the room, and had given her the number. And, although this had in some way aroused Mildred’s curiosity, neither she nor Stan were prepared for what awaited them.

Entering the room as the door swung open, their first sight was of Herbert lying naked on the bed, with not even a towel to hide his now erect weapon.

“What the hell, Allison!” Stan said in surprise. “Isn’t this rather an unconventional way to greet your sister-in-law and her husband?” He stared at the reclining figure, too dumbfounded to move from his tracks. Then he was caught about the neck by a pair of soft feminine arms, and one of his hands, raised involuntarily, felt itself in contact with a plump and wonderfully molded female breast. Looking down at his captor, he beheld Marion, similarly bare of clothing, her belly and thighs pressed tightly against his own. “What is this?” he gasped. “Am I crazy or are you people crazy?”

Still holding to him, Marion answered: “What? Have you forgotten your boast, made only night before last, that you would give me a good dose of that elixir of yours the first chance you had after my marriage?”

Stan glanced uncertainly toward the grinning Herbert, who still lay on the bed, his pole rearing, as he watched the proceedings. Stan could think of nothing to say.

“It’s all right, Cochrane,” Herbert reassured him. “It’s a mutual agreement. Marion told me that you had promised to assist me in my marital duties, and I thought it an excellent idea. In fact, it seemed such an excellent idea that I thought perhaps we could work out an arrangement whereby we could each help the other.” He glanced meaningfully at Mildred, who, like Stan, stood rooted to the floor, but focusing her gaze upon that prominently displayed instrument rather than upon the fair pirate who held her husband in such lascivious embrace.

As the full import of this amazing plan became clear to the newly arrived couple, they looked questioningly at each other.

Stan spoke first. “Why, it is a mad thing-it’s barbaric!” he stammered, his attempt to put up a protective front considerably bungled inasmuch as his arms held such an intoxicating burden.

Mildred showed little disposition to agree with Stan. The sight of Herbert’s formidable sex had roused her to the utmost, and she had no idea of refusing such an opportunity. “This is a poor time to become the outraged husband, Stan. You know that you’re dying to have a piece of Marion-in fact, you have already had intimacies with her, with me looking on. What’s the harm of it so long as we are all here together? I’ve never denied you a new piece for a change, so why should you adopt a holier-than-thou attitude?”

Stan heard the words with elation. He was not averse to the scheme at all, but he had been afraid that Mildred would refuse. Now, seeing her willingness, he swooped the naked Marion into his arms and carried her to the hitherto unoccupied twin bed. Depositing her there, he began tearing off his clothes.

Mildred, with a frenzied laugh, cried: “I’ll beat you to it!” and with one movement slipped her dress over her head, leaving her entirely nude except for a pair of lace panties, stockings, and shoes. In one jump she was on the other bed with Herbert, and he, trembling with excitement, pulled her down on him, his free hand ripping off the panties to expose her beautiful curved buttocks.

Mildred pressed her belly against the throbbing giant, feeling a million separate thrills racing against her body at the touch. “Oh, Herbert, what a lucky girl Marion is! It’s so big! Stan’s is capable enough, but this thing is huge! It’s enough to split a girl open-how did you even get it in her anyway?”

“I think that is the basic reason for your receiving this invitation,” Herbert said, laughing. “It happens to be a little too large for an unbroken young woman. In fact, it hurt Marion’s darling little cunny very much-so much, to tell the truth, that I thought I had best let Stan limber it up with his somewhat smaller dong before I attempted it again.”

This was, of course, a remark intended to arouse Stan’s jealousy, but if he heard it he paid no heed. Already Marion’s legs were spread wide, exposing her furry nest to his ardent embraces. Stan’s tool, less clublike than Herbert’s, was nevertheless of adequate dimensions to give any normally proportioned receptacle a tight fit, and Marion held it joyously in her fingers as her partner bent to that tidbit he enjoyed so much. But the feel of the sleek serpent gave her such anticipatory thrills that the gentler pleasure, exciting as it was, did not suffice. So, pulling her greedy lips from their feast, she begged him to try the orthodox way.

With a glance at the already writhing figures on the opposite bed, Stan lay himself between Marion’s open thighs, bringing his heaving tool against the curly nest of hair rimming the moistened slit. Spreading its lips, he inserted the tip into that delicious cavern, and, as they both uttered little cries of pleasure, slipped it gently home.

Marion groaned in delight as she felt the rod gliding in. Herbert was right, she thought, even if he had been joking. Stan’s tool was much more suitable for a tight entrance than was that gigantic thing with which Herbert had almost torn her open. Grasping his buttocks to gain the last fraction of an inch, Marion tossed her body upward to meet each thrust of the charger. Their lips glued together, she licked madly with her tongue as he had taught her to do that day on the beach. Unmindful of the fact that Herbert, despite his perch atop the lustful Mildred, let his eyes wander to watch her at intervals, Marion squirmed and pitched beneath her mount until at last, with a luxurious sigh of fulfillment, she reached the climax. Stan outlasted her but one thrust, for the next instant she felt the inundation within her crevice as the dam burst.

They lay, temporarily exhausted, unmoving save for the several involuntary quiverings that came as an aftermath to the furious ride. After an interval of several minutes Marion was reminded of the fact that here was still another ring in this lewd circus, and, turning her head, she saw that Mildred and Herbert were still at it. Herbert’s face was flushed, his lips were taut, and it was in other ways evident that he was having difficulty in unburdening himself.

Although Mildred was doing her utmost, with wild wigglings of her delicious bottom, and although Herbert was excited almost beyond endurance, he could not reach a climax. The several attacks he had suffered that morning from the insatiable Marion had completely exhausted his seminal glands, and the result was that, although Mildred had spent three times under the ministrations of that gallant and willing organ which plowed her burning crevice, poor Herbert could arrive at no such blissful destination. Still he lunged and pitched, unwilling to cry “Enough!”

Marion, inexperienced though she was, guessed the trouble, and with one leap she was to the rescue. Crouching on the bed behind the two pairs of gyrating buttocks, she bent her face and lips to that spot where the frenzied bodies were coupled. Tugging at Herbert’s thighs she pulled him upward far enough to break this lubricious connection, and, although Mildred protested at this unwelcomed intrusion, Marion paid no heed.

Herbert, catching the meaning of Marion’s movements, turned halfway on his side to give the new attacker more room in which to work. Without further ceremony Marion took the sturdy prong, still humid from the anointing it had received from the passionate Mildred, and, with dexterous movements of her pointed tongue, labored to bring from it one more gust of dew. The experiment was not without success, for soon Herbert began to breathe fast and then he cried, “Oh, baby, that’s bringing it!”