Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

Hearing this Mildred leaned forward and began pushing Marion in an attempt to recapture the tidbit for herself, but Marion was not so easily disposed of. She clung doggedly to the now thoroughly revived stem, thrusting it all the way back in her throat.

“Oh, you pig!” cried Mildred. “Very well, then, if I can’t have it all, I’ll have something better.” So saying she squirmed from under Herbert and, pushing him flat on his back, bestrode his chest in such a manner that her steaming nest was immediately against his face. Herbert, not one to scorn such an invitation, soon was giving her what she desired, and with evident satisfaction.

At this juncture, Stan stirred himself and, seeing that he was being deprived of his share of the feast, arose and joined the others.

“What’s going on here?” he cried in mock anger. “Do you love birds think that I am out of the running? If you do, look at this.” Mildred alone of the three could “look” without interfering with her pleasure, and she did. What she saw made her cry out with delight.

“Get up here, pet,” she said, “where I can attend to mother’s little lamb! Mamma will kiss it and make it sleep.”

Stan did not need to be invited twice, and half-standing he leaned down to bring his steel-hard engine in range of the already gaping lips. Mildred, driven to ecstatic distraction by the snake-like invader between her thighs, closed her mouth upon the ruby tipped protuberance. The four bodies squirmed in obscene enjoyment, until, one by one, with but an instant between sighs of bliss, they reached the end.