Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

“That was a hot one you pulled this afternoon over at Suzanne Barlow’s,” he said. “You may flatter yourself upon the managing to startle for a moment even that crew of wild boys and girls.”

Mildred giggled but did not relax for a second her libidinous play with his body.

“Well, you happened to say you were hungry and we’d better go,” she murmured, “and it came over me that here was my chance to shock everybody. But I’ll tell you confidentially, Stanley, darling, I really only meant to just bare one nipple and put it to your lips. But when they all stared and then laughed I got a little excited and bolder, you know how it is. So I stripped everything off my breasts. But it was sweet of you not to leave me in the lurch, for if you had refused to play, if you had looked shocked or refused to take my nipples in your lips then it would have spoiled everything.”

“Sweet girl,” he whispered, with a hand searching and finding a curling patch of soft hair under the cover, “you created the sensation you were after all, all right! It was the first time any of those fellows had ever seen your lovely breasts absolutely bare. And did they go nuts over them! Old Norm Hamilton got so excited that his fingers ground into my arm while I was sucking your titties. And people tried to bat my head away so that they could see better. And damned if Carley Barlow wasn’t trying to get his head down to take the other nipple when his own wife supplanted him. It seemed funny to be sharing your breasts with a girl that way. How did it affect you? I could hear you sigh and feel you tremble a little, and you stopped laughing.”

“It made me as hot as the very devil, since you inquire so kindly, big boy!” cried his wife with an adorable little pout. “Oh-o-o-o-oh-Stanley!”

She gave the enormous head of his sceptre an exciting loving little squeeze.

“It’s just in the pink-in its prime-isn’t it, my beloved?” she whispered. “But, this afternoon, well, for two bits I would have taken out your thing-oh, yes, I caught sight of its condition-and I would have lain right back on that divan, that’s how agitated I was over what I had done and over the way they all took it! How they razz Suzanne Barlow for shoving her own husband to one side and taking my other breast herself! Do you know, Stanley, I believe she loved it! She sucked me so tenderly, so warmly that it doubled the thrills I was getting from you.”

“Don’t forget,” he commented, “that showing your breasts to all our friends that way had something to do with exciting you. That’s natural enough. As for Suzanne-that’s hardly abnormal either. Lots of girls love to kiss and suck and play with each other’s bosoms. Still, she was pretty ardent about it, wasn’t she? She wanted it to pass as just her contribution to a joke but she was red as a rose. But I heard some of the fellows agree that you had the loveliest breasts they had ever seen.”

“Wait until they see Marion’s-if they ever do!” said the gratified Mildred. “I know my bust is nice but hers is quite the most beautiful imaginable. Incidentally, I would never have dared act as I did if she had been there. It is rather fun to shock my young sister but that would have made her faint!”

“The little beauty is awfully touchy,” agreed her spouse. “But she’s as sweet as mignonette, a family characteristic. But it’s pleasant to keep on giving her greater and greater shocks. She’ll be a winner when she gets acclimated. Everyone adores her while they laugh at her, but she’s wretchedly sensitive.”

“She almost collapsed,” giggled Mildred,” when I first made her slip her arms about your neck in kissing you. Still, she wants to appear game, not to be so wholly different from her companions. And I think some breaches are beginning to appear in her armor of puritan girlhood!

“You can safely bet on that,” returned Stanley. “Why, she’d have choked and run the first day of her arrival to see you admit Gerry Candall to your boudoir when you were bare legged and being pedicured. And the kiss he gave your toes when he went away would have scandalized her into fainting!”

“That was pretty crude!” giggled Mildred. “I had noticed that ever since he had come in he had had to see whether he was right in suspecting that I hadn’t on a stitch except a little shirt under that kimono. He kept edging around and peering, trying to make casual conversation at the same time. But I could see what he was doing and I teased him by being very coy when he thought he was on the verge of seeing something.

“Of course I knew all the time that that Doc Dickey, the pedicurist, was getting an eyeful every now and then. Lots of the girls have noticed how nosy that black-moustached fellow gets when he’s playing with our toes. But he’s harmless after all. It doesn’t really matter if a person of his level catches rather intimate views of us.

“But old Gerard was something else again. I managed to keep fooling him just for fun. But he had the better of me, finally, at that. You must have noticed.”

“You mean when he surprised you by whisking your foot up and kissing your toes as ceremoniously as if they had been your fingers?” queried Stanley. “I wasn’t where I could see exactly what happened. But I knew something was up-he was pretty excited.”

“Well, I could have slapped him but I thought it best to appear not to realize what he had done exactly,” said his wife, “especially as that fellow was still working away on my other foot. But, Stanley, if he hadn’t lifted my foot so high and so far apart from the other he wouldn’t have had a clear view of my naked pussy. You must have seen how quickly he turned after kissing my foot. It was that quick jerk, you know-and I half went over backward-and I knew my crotch was naked and that he had seen it plenty! Doc Dickey got more than an eyeful from were he knelt. He may be rather blase by this time but not enough so that he didn’t give a little gasp. I thought surely you must have noticed that even if you hadn’t just seen what Gerry had the nerve to do.”

“Well, he’s got a healthy nerve!” said Stanley at last. “Looking at a young wife’s cunt in the very presence of her husband-and almost by violence at that! That is going fairly far, it seems to me, by God! I don’t mind all this fooling around we do in crowds, but-!”

“Don’t work up a lather, old sweetness,” observed his spouse with another silvery giggle. “Just put it down that another man has seen me pretty intimately and let it go at that. And don’t use coarse words in my presence, if you please! You know I hate them.”

“You don’t always hate them,” maintained the unembarrassed Stanley. “I’ve heard some pretty crude language bubble from those lips when you were playing up to me like a white rabbit.”

“Well-then,” conceded Mildred. “I don’t know just why it is, darling-but it seems to me that it adds to the bliss I am enduring-yes, enduring is the word. I feel like being vulgar and common in my words and in my actions too.”

“Don’t worry, dearest, I enjoy hearing you froth out strong words at such times,” interpolated Stanley.

“I could be-I feel that I am just your naked whore when this huge affair is buried in me and working in and out!” persisted Mildred excitedly as she tenderly squeezed the rod of which she spoke. “I could-oh, there’s nothing too vulgar for me to do or say at such time! I could fuck with you on the lawn where everybody could see and not mind them at all!”

“’Fuck,’ madame? Can I believe my polluted ears?” her husband smiled.

“Well, I didn’t really mean that-it sort of slipped out because I’m not exactly myself with this monster throbbing in my hand,” explained Mildred. “Oh, God, I am so very hot. Take me, Stanley take me!”