Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

“Always ready to oblige a lady,” said the man. “And if you think it’s been easy to wait while you played with me! Here-let the bedclothes go to hell! God, what a bed of satin for my body, precious! And to think that this little rosy gash was inspected by Gerry Crandall almost under my very eyes!”

“Does that make it any less interesting to you, my love?” queried Mildred, already half-convulsed by the slow progress of his staff between the lips of her sensitive retreat.

“On the contrary, since we’re confessing, beloved,” whispered Stanley, pausing with the knob of his virility barely embedded. But the brazen crust of the man, and knowing that he has feasted his eyes on you fairly shakes me.”

“I think I know what you mean, Stanley,” murmured Mildred faintly. “It in some queer way adds to my excitement too. Oh, my own darling, now press in a little more. Make it last as long as possible, dearest!”

“Sure,” he said, pausing again after an interval given to sighs and kisses and further penetration of the exquisite body beneath him.

“Are you certain that the fact that one of our closest male friends saw my-my c-cunt-isn’t stewing in your mind unhappily?” asked Mildred after a while, watching his face as keenly as she could with gray eyes which were already glazed and languorous as his firm shaft completely buried itself in her throbbing body.

His reassurance was hearty and emphatic.

“Not in the least, sweetness,” he said. “I’ve already told you that it seems to add to my excitement.”

“Because if the knowledge haunts you,” she persisted quaveringly, “I shall certainly gain you your revenge by contriving to let you see his pretty wife just as naked as the day she was born. I can do it-I know I can. You shall see every bit of her, everything she’s got-her cunt, her nice titties, her bottom, her belly, her whiskers! Oh, fuck me, Stanley, fuck me-oh, God, I’m on fire!

“Oh, darling-y-yes-you shall see her quite naked, I pledge you my word! You shall-oh-o-o-o-h-f-fuck-cunt-prick-you shall screw her if you wish! That should avenge you, and I will hold her if I have to but I think no g-girl c-could r-resist the longing to fuck with you. You-y-you could have any woman in the world that you wanted-c-couldn’t you-b-b-beloved-!”

Wild in the ecstasy of their bout, Mildred could no longer formulate words for her torrent of perverse and fervid sensuality. She had enwrapped the loins of her aggressor with white legs almost as marvelous in contours as those of her lovely sister. Her arms clung about his neck.

Their faces were almost as closely pressed as their bodies now. Stanley ploughed the palpitating, clinging furrow in which his virility was plunged, moving in slow, voluptuous rhythm. Mildred licked his lips and nibbled them, revealing that she was not entirely a stranger to such kisses as were to startle and entrance her young sister from those same male lips not so many hours later.

From the almost inexhaustible resource of her sensual being, the bride-they had been married only a few months-deluged the engine working with her at least three times before, with the fourth draft upon her reservoirs, she felt the jets of his semen shooting within her body. Together they lay panting and quivering.

“You little fire dragon!” remarked the smiling Stanley some minutes later as he held out his arms to a still-flushed, shivering, naked damsel, who had just returned to the broad bed after a necessary operation in the bathroom.

“But you like me that way don’t you, dearest?” she whispered, as she cast herself upon the disordered bed and into his embrace.

“I wouldn’t for millions have you lose the least bit of your glorious passions,” he said. “You’re my perfect little mate in all ways-and that’s the best of the ways.”

“It’s, well, perhaps a family characteristic to be passionate,” Mildred observed. “I have reason to think, from some things that Uncle Frank and Aunt Josephine hinted at, that Father and Mother were both pretty fiery. Of course, regarding my dear Marion”

“Well, what about her?” he queried, somewhat startled by the interjection of his beautiful sister-in-law-a chaste maiden if ever there was one-into the conversation. “It’s a cinch that Marion has but the dimmest of notions about sex at all. And, as for her having inherited any such passions as yours, I think it highly improbable. For how could we mistake the symptoms? She does nothing but blush and shrink at the least ribald remark or even at any physical familiarity that falls under her eyes.”

“Don’t be an old silly!” his wife enjoined. “She can’t even take and return your morning and evening kiss without showing an unconscious stirring deep inside her. And when I insisted on your really hugging each other this morning, well, she was a silent wreck all during breakfast. I was sure that you had noticed it. But the funniest thing is that she has no more idea than a baby that she has a very torrid nature. She sets her quivery state in your arms down to modest dismay at affectionate familiarities with a man-even with the brother-in-law of whom she very thoroughly and even tenderly approves, without realizing it.”

“I have an idea you’re wrong,” remarked her spouse, “even though it’s always perilous for a mere man to contradict a lady on estimates of one of her own sex. I don’t believe that Marion even knows what a sensual thrill is.”

“Maybe not. She’s indeed an innocent old sweet, I’ll grant you. And regrettably so, for it lays her open to jests at her expense which she doesn’t understand, or makes her feel so embarrassed and out of place when she does understand. But she’s had many a thrill of the kind you speak, even without recognizing it. She feels a chill every time you touch her lips with yours.”

“Baby, her timid little kisses carry a kick with them at that!” he said with relish. “Already she’s second only to you in my affections, I think, and a little beauty she is, too!”

“Listen, old darling, don’t overestimate me. And don’t underestimate me,” said Mildred tranquilly. “I know you’ve got a pretty wife who thinks you’re the only person on earth. But when it comes to comparing me with Marion physically-baby boy, that’s outrageous flattery! I saw her this morning dripping from her bath and my eyes stuck out! Lovely-I tell you she’s perfect, Stanley! I had that sudden impulse that always hits me when I’m having a delight unshared with you, the impulse to call you right away. I wanted you to see that marvelous body of hers. And I would have done it if I hadn’t been certain the poor child would have collapsed and maybe fallen ill from shock. She was badly enough dismayed at having even me see her-clutched a towel and all that.”

“I know she must be a dream. Coax her into some kind of a bathing suit that will show her off better than that infernal contraption she had on yesterday, Mildred, will you? She’s open to reason-we’ve discovered that-and she’s distressed at being thought so very different from the flighty crew in this place. I believe she is afraid of appearing to pose and to reproach us all for being so easy going in our ways. And she’s learned that she’s behind the times.”

“Listen, Stan,” urged Mildred, eager with a new and sudden notion and laying her round and beautiful arms coaxingly about his neck. “This kid sister of mine could marry the most eligible man in this colony-yes, in all Chicago-if she could just be awakened to some of the facts of life and be brought up to date. If she could learn that young folks don’t act nowadays as they did in the times of our dear old grandmother who practically reared her. And if she could just learn to be one of them. She’s got everything-even money-since Grandmother will furnish her with plenty when she passes on. And then she could spend all her time in reforming her husband if she wanted to. Not that we want her to marry a positive rake. I wish she could get somebody like you. Only, unhappily, there isn’t another.