“Darling-” Marcia's voice was very soft and muted, quivering with an intensity that enervated him.
“Yes, my dear one?”
“Please put out the light. I want you to sit here a moment just thinking about me, and making conjectures whether I'll be as nice for you as all those other lucky ones. I'll be back very soon. I want to get the taste of the cigarettes and champagne out of my mouth. I can't kiss you properly otherwise, you know.”
“As you wish. Yours to command, mine to obey,” he reached for the lamp cord and tugged it. The room was plunged into darkness.
He saw her in the shadows, nubile and fluid as a nymph, rise quickly to her feet and hasten silently out of the room.
He lit a last cigarette. The twinkling pinpoints of light alone illuminated the soft aura of shadows, the atmosphere of desire amid this luxury, the setting of worldly goods and magnificence which was to be their trysting place this night. It was a little past midnight.
He did not see her return, having closed his eyes. Only the intuition of her presence roused him.
Then he felt soft hands on his knee and felt softer, long and tapering fingers take gentle hold of the folds of his dressing robe, draw them apart and then slip to the belt of the robe, loosen it.
“Marcia-”
“No, don't move, my lover, let me be the priestess of ritual preparation now, please-no, my love.”
“Yes, yes-” his voice was choked with a great and overwhelming desire for her. Hastily, he crushed out the cigarette, his body shivering, his skin prickled by myriad irradiations.
Her hands again on his knees, gently, insistently parting them. As if will-less now, he obeyed. Again the fingers took hold of the robe's folds, yawned them, and his male loins were bared to the priestess.
Pagan now and virgin yearning priestess, who would not be a vestal virgin beyond this hallowed hour. Then he was shaken with ecstasy and torment too sweet to bear and yet too agonizing not to bear at the touch of her elusive soft fingertips that had glided along the insides of his legs, rising from calf to knee, pausing there, thence to lower thigh, tracing a lingering and evocative pattern of response and perception till they reached the apex.
They were like butterflies, these fingers, so evocative, so delicate and sensitive, that he held his breath for fear he would not savor every nuance they conveyed to him.
They brushed his navel, made the circles and depth of it, then returned to his knees, his calves, and his ankles-thence to the upper thighs and at last, after an agonizingly Tantalus-ridden pausebrushed the tip of his penis.
“Marcia-oh-my darling-my sweetheart-”
“Shhh, don't speak-please, not yet, let me-” she whispered, her voice trailing off, and her fingertips resumed a far more eloquent message.
She gathered up the head of his hot prong between the middle three fingertips of each slim white hand, pressing them together gradually, then gliding along in delicate friction. He leaned back, hands on the loveseat, giving himself up to an ethereal and sensuous reverie in which, through his titillated brain and senses, the clear sharp memory of feminine flesh, of coquetry, of caresses and words exchanged and kisses taken passed intermittently.
Then these magical fingertips glided along the shaft, cajoling it and pressing it lightly, never seeming to touch the same surface of over-sensitive skin twice, bringing a varied and yet cumulative league of sensual forces into play over all his being. He felt his very essence summoned up, not imperiously, but in an ecstatic drawn-out etherized sensation, to focus all his life and radiant energy in his male organ. Then, as if divining that their work was done, those lovely tapering fingers took up the caressing of his balls, feeling the crinkly-gnarled sack, brushing the undersides of the scrotum, which they plied with soft wantonness and delicacy impossible to describe, incredible in their summoning forth of vitalized sensation.
His lips twisted, tensed, and shudder upon shudder rippled his yawning thighs, all his body was relaxed that it might taste every infinite shade of voluptuousness.
Her fingers suddenly ceased their ardent ministrations; the silence in the great and luxurious salon was torturing yet it fancifully heralded unspeakable joys to come.
Then her lips brushed his left knee and with the exquisite nibbling of a bee at the corolla of a flower began to traverse his naked thighs.
His nails drove into his palms; the aura of mystery, of darkness, and of beauty in which he inhaled the smell of her hair, the heavenly odor with which she had adorned her lovely ivory body, enchanted and intrigued him.
His legs yawned wider of their own volition, to grant her access. Her lips had paused at midthigh then circled around to touch the inside of his leg and her fingers now resumed hold of his penis' head, but with more sagacity than before, more sensual blandishment, for they tickled the circumcisional groove, the tips pressing into the indentation in the sexual flesh that was the weapon of her womanhood, the tool by which her womanhood was to be infinitely achieved.
Then, quickly to his balls, cupping them up, as if weighing them, determining the potency they bore for her, gauging it and preparing to revere and worship it in this role of priestess.
Then-again-a pause-a silence.
And then, he had to suppress a cry of ecstasy and of mad desire. Her lips had brushed the tip of his now surging organ, made it loft in fierce exultance and in proclamation of its male stature.
And her fingers weaved myriad patterns along his inner thighs till they shuddered and his flesh seemed drawn into the crux of carnal appetite, granted a mystic power far beyond its portent.
Lightly at first, as if shy and maidenly, as if curious and hesitant, yet latently ardent, those soft moist lips attained him, taught him a new delight, for she was virgin-wanton and wanton virgin in her waking hour. On the head of his rod she placed a series of butterfly kisses, so ecstatic and light as to hardly be felt, yet so cumulative in power that his body was shaken by countless spasms, all of them supercharging him with the knowledge of love's glorious triumph.
Then suddenly he groaned, her mouth had opened wide and engulfed the head of his rod, his structure delved deep into her sweet warm maiden mouth, tasting the elixirs and the perfumes which, till that moment, no man had ever known. And this, too, was her gift to him, and this her delight to bring him as only she could.
His fist clenched, head flung back, skin taut and shivering, he writhed in an ecstasy he had never believed could wreak its will upon the male, yet leave him so assured of power.
And, connoisseur of women as he was, he divined its wonders, learned its very inimitability. This bliss was not the Tantalus accorded by a courtesan or sensualist. It was the wonderful sweet and tender tribute of a maiden who delighted in his pleasure that her own might be the more fulfilled.
And then her ministrations ceased, leaving him dazed and shaken by the incredible wonder of her presence that was so innocent as to be gloriously wanton, the divine paradox of women.
She arose from her knees with an enchanting swiftness and suppleness, stood before him and murmured, “Max, come to me.”
He rose, trembling. The robe fell from his body and he was a naked man, and the root and sacks of immeasurable strength betokened his eagerness and potency.
She stood before him, arms at her side, head bowed. His hands groped for her in the darkness, found the tresses flowing to her shoulder; thence his fingers tasted the delectable bare velvet of those dimpled curves, so warm and fragrant, firm yet silken-soft, and pulsing under his touch, tipping at his behest and surging at the intimation of his nearness and readiness.
His hands roamed her, but not hurried-rather in a priest-like worship, as if bestowing on her the mystic and cabalistic benediction. The breasts, fruits of all delight-his hands attained glory in their firm jutting roundness, in their ivory-satined flesh, in the provocative peaks of the nipples that now tumescent rose stiffly to stimulate his own hardness.
She sensed that for him the proper moment had not come, that this, for him, was also ritual, an appreciation and an approbation of body-offering.
His hands circled her waist, knew the sweet bare warmth of it, the supple curve and well of it, then the thrilling promontories of ripe, firm, agile hips, the rotundities of her buttocks. His palms passed repeatedly over summits and base, learning by heart the breathtaking descent of fullest bottom-peak into quivering base, thence to thighs that were trembling with a feverish eagerness, as if their owner yearned to learn if she had passed this inspection without being found wanting.
Then, he knelt; the overpowering urge to worship at her shrine commanded it. Had she not knelt to him?
And she had purity-the gift supreme-to bring him, yet she knelt to him so he could master her.
His hands stroked the belly, the life-giving goblet where flowered the seed essence of the male, thence to the silk softness of the lower abdomen, and then his fingers knew the silk growth of her down, of her virgin's pudescence, suave and soft and gentle. Thence to the evasion of the loins, their hollowing-and there found the apex, there the gate, there the fount of her sweet quim-virginity-and his With his palms, he pressed against soft rounded knees, lovely bare knees that quivered with virginal modesty. Never had Marcia shown herself thus to a man and it was the proof of her love that she thus yielded so magnificently.
Thence he felt her round, sweet, firm young calves and his palms traveled up them to reach the fronts of her lower thigh and then his mouth sought that which his body yearned for.
The silken down, thick and sweetly fragrant, of her virgin cunt. Her head fell back, one hand rising to her heaving bosom, her legs slightly parted for him, her eyes closed. She too knew the breathless wonder of surrender in the void of darkness that was soon to be brilliantly illuminated with the glow of passion. His lips brushed the tendrils, soft curly ringlets, glossy and crisp at the adorable center like fresh young lettuce, which furnished intangible proof that she was truly a virgin-if proof be needed.
His tongue crept forth to flicker lightly at the fullest center; then, as if tantalizing her, to depart to the outer fringes of that thicketed tangle, and then again into the very heart of her quim-down, beneath and beyond it, to titillate the petals of her virgin cunt-hole, soft, full velvet petal waiting to be wakened and disposed of at his pleasure.
Deep, deep, deep into the celestial niche his tongue plied; then she delicately retreated. A sigh as faint as the zephyr emanated from her lips.
He rose, pulsating with furious ardor, took her in his arms, and his mouth, slowly prolonging the moment of meeting, fused with hers as her naked velvety rounded arms linked round his shoulder. He delighted in her tallness that her body might press him from hip to thigh and sweet belly and breast and meet him readily in complete unison.
His organ prodded her naked belly, knew the silken torment of her cunt and she moaned so softly, “Yes, yes, now, oh-take me quickly-here — I'm burning for you. Take me-Max, my lover — here, do not wait-take your Marcia, she wants you so terribly-and here-not on the bed-here — darling.”
Her hands stroked his back and side with insistent adulation.
He gathered her up in his arms and bore her to the lush low divan, richly upholstered and embroidered, soft as eiderdown, and laid her on it as on an altar.
Then he knelt upon it beside her, and his hand passed swiftly over her bare thighs, her belly and bosom, till at last a finger delicately probed in her slit to learn, yes-blissful secret-her love-hole was ready, the juices distilled by Venus as lubrication to his entry had been provided.
“Oh-Max-Max-quickly-oh hurry my lover,” she breathed throatily, arching up beautiful dimpled ivory knees, yawning the gateway to her pussy's paradise.
Gently his hands placed her legs as he desired. Her head fell back, her hands clenched her panting ripe bosom gourds that throbbed with smouldering ardors.
Bending his head down, kissing that virgin cunt, he tasted its perfume while his lips were seeking beneath the curly ringlets the petulant soft velvet, moist and palpitating, of her maiden pussy-haven.
A low gasp of ecstasy was rent from her and he knew her wanton joy. Gently he mounted, laying himself blade foremost upon that altar of flesh and felicity, upon the virgin.
Now, her hands were drawing his head down that her lips might fiercely bite and sting him with exultant kisses. Her legs yawning and then her knees arched and enfolded him, clasping hard as he found himself upon her ready for the encounter, his penis thrust at the lovely foliage of her slit, his mouth crushing and being crushed in a wild exultance of passion.
Then he pressed through the furry garden to the lips of her quim. They parted for him, readily; she uttered a soft choking plaint and his organ descended into the chasm of her virginity onward. Oh what mad delight was that warm and narrow velvet-lined channel whose course finitely set his will and pleasure.
Deep, until half his penis was buried, she disengaged her mouth to murmur, “Lover, forgive your girl-”
“Why? O my sweet Marcia, why?”
“I–I-didn't want you to have the bother of a maidenhead. Oh Max-believe me, I'm virgin, yes, but the doctor saw to it you'd not have need to check your pleasure-take me-hard-I'm all yours, all prepared. Use me-I'm your flesh, your desire now. I want it-all, all you gave the others, only more. Oh-I'm dying for you Max-Max- fuck your virgin wife, your naked Marcia-your wanton virgin. Oh, she wants to be a bitch tonight — till you die of joy with her. Take me, fuck meoh don't spare me, give me more than you ever gave them, darling.”
With a cry of ecstasy, he thrust to his hilt and bladed her pulsating, tightly grooved cunt-hole to his balls, and her legs cast themselves violently around him, like a tigress upon him-her prey- and her arms locked-her mouth pinning-with flaming kisses and tongue-thrustings to hold and capture him tunelessly.
He felt her sink down into the soft divan, felt his body in complete fusion with her, knew the maddening sting of naked, throbbing woman-flesh merging now with his own, incapable of distinguishing one from the other.
He lay, imbedded, with his full blade sheathed in her tight warm nipping scabbard and never was a cock more graciously housed.
Their tongues lashed like whips, engendering suffering too great to be endured by one-both must share it.
Then, by sharing, the torment became the greater ecstasy. How agile, nimble, firm, and resilient were her naked thighs, which yawned for him to lie between. The firm pressure, heady and intoxicating, of her round velvety naked calves locked his. How like strong vines of the dark mystic jungle were her bare firm arms, pinioning him to crush down those round hillocks of her breasts, which heaved ardently beneath him, their hardened buds scraping his skin with the intimations of her desire.
Their mouths were sealed, their tongues rimmed and furled incessantly, gliding along teeth and gums and lips. He felt her vaginal sheath contract fiercely, he knew the moment was at hand, and with slow, deliberate calculation that was physical, not cerebral, he drew back from her and she crept up on him, arching up as if reluctant to disperse that mighty scimitar from her throbbing cunt.
Then, with the knowledge that he had reached the rim of her cunt-chasm, he suspended himself, his body shuddered, and with a mad swift lunge, impaled her to the root.
“Ahhh-ohh-Max-ohhh-Max-it's so heavenly-ohhh-fuck your Marcia-hard-take her like a naked slave-your bitch-have her-oh I die of my joy. Crush me, my liege lord-my sovereign-ohhh bruise me trample me-it yearns to be yours in subjugation-now-ohhh-pierce me with your lust, my lord-ahhhhh!” she cried.
Her fingers worked feverishly, digging, prodding, prying, and pinching his armpits, neck, and cheeks, his back and sides, near his anus. His calves were rasped by the fierce excitement of her writhing calves and naked female flesh burned him as for the first maddening glorious time.
For a lingering moment, tasting her pussy's pulsations, he remained to his balls inside her vaginal cavern; then slowly drew back, scraping the side of the delicate tissued sheath. She moaned and flinched, arching up her writhing warm ivory belly, to beg him to return. Then supporting himself on his elbows and arching up from her, he began to frig-titillate and rasp-scrape the very surfaces of her outer cunt petals.
“Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ohhhhh, that's wonderful dearest. Oh, my God, I've never felt such pleasure. Ohhhhhh-don't make me come too soon-I want you to fuck me all night long-ahh darling-oh- it's so nice now-but then-in bed-we'll have joy, after you have eased me,” she whispered, biting his ear lobes with her white teeth.
He buried his lips on one upswelled naked breast-peak, nuzzling for the stiff velvety red bud. He found it and sucked it as if to glean strength for that insensate demand she had just expressed verbally. Indeed, all her body had done this even more eloquently and he continued to rasp against the mouth of her quim, frigging her with the head, sensitizing himself and her.
Moans, cries, little choking sobs manifested her delight in this. Her palms cupped his cheeks, her head turned restlessly from side to side and her naked legs clenched convulsively throughout that attunement. The master musician was bowing the violin strings and she vibrated.
Then, without warning, he delved himself back into her up to the balls and she uttered a scream of ecstasy:
“Ahhhhlihhlihhhhlmohhhhhhh, myyygodddd! Ohhhhhhsooooooogooooood it is for me. Ahh darrrrling-ohhhhhfuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard-”
Casting hesitance to the four winds now, he assuaged her, his hands gripped her shoulders, his mouth demanded her hungrily.
He began with violent terse strokes to penetrate her contracting slit; he felt the violent spasms as she learned the transition from virginity to womanhood. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, eyes widely dilated, clouded with the unbearable brunt of passion. Her legs arched, fell, wound tightly round his thighs, now clamped over his sinewy posterior as with digging jabs he sped his blade mightily into her quaking cunt-hole.
“Ahhh, ohhh-oh-that's glorious. Oh-darling — rape-rape me-fuck your Marcia till she dies of it. Ahhhh-oh it's so good-so heavenly good. Oh my God-harder-more-oh-dig my quim out by the roots. Oh-ram me and-pierce me. Ahhhh-I die of it. Oh I am your naked bitch, beat me-torture me with fucking-force me to all you want. Ahhhhahhhh, anything-oh-ram me-harder-screw out my juices. Oh-oh-I'm yours forever-oh the joy to me. Oh give it to me — hard-ahhhhh-ohhhhh, Max-ahhhhh I feel it in me ready to flow-ahhhhh-ahhhhh hard-errrrrrr make me commmme give it to my pussy- ahhhhhhhhhhh-”
With a frantic loud cry she leaped up, clamping his manly bottom with her writhing legs, heels digging into his flesh, her belly shuddered, jerked in tumult, her teeth sank into his earlobe to the blood, as with a mighty final thrust he spent himself boiling into her cunt-hole.
With a cry of agony and joy he finally felt himself bubble forth all of his rooted life, plunged to the depths of her fuck-fathom. He felt the walls of her hot seething love-nook clamp, grind him to dust, and their viscous liquors of lust mingled in carnal compounding.
Oh, what frenzy, delirious and inchoate, compelled them now. He began to kiss her and stroke her body, murmuring in broken humbled words his tributes.
“Oh, Marcia, never such joy of a woman-oh was it good for you too, my lovely wanton? Yes, no need to say any more the virgin, but mine, my sweet whore, there to feed my desires, only mine, and so virgin still to the world, but mine, concubine and wanton, naked beauty. What goddess is in your breasts and quim?”
“And oh, Max-what a god is in your mighty prick. Oh-now-wait here-let me go for a moment to be more beautiful and sweet for you. I need you again and again and again, wait-”
Here he released her; she rose and bent and kissed his penis, sucking the driblets from it, her own exquisite juices that had flourished; and then she sped from her lover, naked, with hair streaming at her neck and shoulders, to the bathroom, to freshen her naked loins, to apply perfume to be more delicious for an unending night of felicity.
She returned bearing two glasses of port wine and two lighted cigarettes in her sweet mouth, bending to him, and he took one of the cigarettes and a glass of wine. Then she sat beside him and they drank and smoked silently, for there was no need for words; and when they had finished, with a common subtle awareness of each other's wants, they turned and clasped each other hotly, fiercely, possessively, for what was his was hers, and hers was his completely.
Their mouths wedded as their bodies had, their tongues merged, gliding, rubbing, tickling, perforating, and the flame of passion was slowly restored. The lambent flame that burns steadily, though less violently, and casts more sensual warmth because of the first tumultuous clash of arms in this tourneying is ended, and now each seeks for a deeper joy.
Max bowed his head to her naked breasts and cradled his flushed cheek against that velvety shrine. And one hand stroked her inner thigh, which she exquisitely parted for him, a smile of delicious tolerance on her ripe mouth.
Her hands went to his penis, fondling it, and she murmured very coquettishly and vibrantly, “Darling-I want to be wicked now-very wicked. Tell me, are you full of juices for your little love-slave?”
“Yes-yes-oh, my darling-being beside you is enough to give me virility enough for a harem.”
“Braggart. Well I'll test you now, my liege lord. I'll do the commanding and you follow my bidding — the next time you shall dominate your slave- but this once?”
“All-all you desire, my adorably sweet wife- and lover-all-”
“Then lie down-on your stomach, Max dear- and do not ask questions or say a single word. Let me do as I wish.”
He obeyed her, trembling with anticipation.
She crouched beside him on the wide divan, her hands exploring him, patting, stroking, prodding everywhere; not an inch of his sinewy body did she leave uncaressed. And then, on all fours above him, she began to tongue-bathe him, all of him. Upon reaching his buttocks, she opened them with gentle hands and flicked her warm pink tongue deep-into the crevice.
“Ahhhhhhhh, oh God-you angel-oh my sweet-my imaginative angel-my wanton.”
Then he writhed as her tongue delved between the cheeks. He groaned in ecstasy, his nails driving into the lush fabric of the divan. Then she moved to the floor and knelt, murmuring, “Turn on the lamp, my lover.”
He did, and saw her, eyes luminous and wide with desire, naked breasts swaying and jouncing in their exuberant rhythm of delight, her round ivory buttocks upturned in the most divine salaciousness, and she murmured coyly, “Dear one-you've had two of my maidenheads tonight, now take the last. I want you to-it's my command.”
With this, bowing her head to the floor, she put her sweet slim hands on her behind, took hold of the velvety globes of her bottom and yawned them to bare the fissure of her secondary love-place.
“Marcia, oh my sweet, you shameless adorable wanton-yes-yes-yes-”
He took his place beside her; his hands caressed her upper thighs then squeezed the marvelously full womanly hindquarters abandoned to him, and at the sight his blood grew hot in his veins, his penis stood restored to life and lust.
She held her buttocks for him and his hands pressed hers in perfect joy, his organ thrust against her ass-hole-voluptuous and plump, shrinking and palpitating.
“Hard-don't spare my little bottom-hole, Max — oh-Max, Max-I'm so eager to be everything to you.”
“You are-you are-never shall I need another mistress. Now, my gentle wanton darling-”
“Yes-ahhhh-yes-hard-hard-give me all of it in my bottom-hole-rip me out with your cruel prick-my sweetheart.”
“Marcia-my God-my dearest.”
“Do you like that word when I use it, Max, dearest one? I read those books just for you, no other man would ever hear me say such lovely words-they are our secret.”
“Yes. Oh Marcia-sweetheart-now get ready!”
“Ohhhh-it's hard-so hard-and hot-it throbs. My little pussy-hole is afraid-but really wants it-oh so bad. Pierce me through and through till it comes out in my quimmy. Ahhh- ohh I can feel it going in, honey-ohhhhhh Max — ahhhhhhhh-ahahahahahahahah. God, ohhhh, slowly, so I can feel every bit of it-ahhh, darling — ah-my god-oh, my lover-my bottom-hole is being drawn apart-it will surely split-I want it to-do it to me hard-now, is it all in-?”
“Not yet-oh my darling-is it really nice for my girl-my naked lovely little girl?”
“Ohhhhhhh-ever so nice-ah-ram it to the balls-ahhh-yes, yes, now, now bottom-fuck me hard and fast-ohhh tear me to pieces-hard- love me-ram me and bugger my bottom-hole- hard-ohhhh-Max-Max-ahhhh-so goodit's so very goooood-you'll never-never knowahhhhh-darrrrlingggggg-aaahhhhhh.”
He had meant to guide her gently and slowly into the mystic cult dear to the Greeks, but her writhing twists and vibrant moans, her sweet libidinous phrases had undone him, and now halfway in he sank his nails into her naked buttocks and jutted himself violently onwards. He felt his prick decimate her and widen her tight, hot, churning honey-hole channel. He pierced her to his very balls; he felt the wild maddening contractions of her ass-hole, tense against his root; he felt it demand all his balsam and he began to groan, sobbing in delirious bliss to bottom-fuck her with furious erratic stabs.
Palms pressed now on the floor, head flinging from side to side, hair rumpled, waves falling over her face, eyes wild with ecstasy, mouth twisted and agape, the naked beauty shuddered, quaked, feeling herself the receptacle of Tut. Marcia felt the thrill, as all women with the intrinsic slave complex yearn to feel-yes, even the most proud, the most intelligent.
“Ahhhhh, oh-god-oh god-oh Max-make me come too-frig my little button-ohhh-frig my clitoris-oh, my little rump-my tickler wants to be frigged-oh bottom-fuck and frig your Marcia hard,” she cried hysterically. His left forefinger slipped between her yawning, quaking thighs-found in the yawning cavern of her moist and quivering cunt-the lodestone of her life, the clitoris, and sped it back and forth. Her cries, her grateful prayers of ecstasy bewitched him. His rammings in and out of her quaking honey-hole grew fiercer, till at last, with a mutually echoing cry of delirium, they attained a mutual climax and sank to the floor, rolling to lie beside each other.
Their lips met, his left hand substituting for his prick under her bottom, his forefinger probing into that lovely tight, warm crevice and his other hand stroking breasts and pussy, their tongues flickering, while she with both of her white hands plied his diminished organ and sack with gentle persuasive titillations.
“Now-a last glass of champagne-a last cigarette-and then darling take me to bed with you and use me all night long, just as you like-as a living cushion, a footstool, as whore and slave, a hole to your cock. Wherever you wish to pierce me, take me-” she begged.
They rose, weak with yearning and half-assuagement, drunk with each other but not yet sated- far from sated!
They sat on the loveseat, panting and trembling with pleasure, and they savored the bubbling dry wine, the aroma of good tobacco-piquant stimulants to flesh urgencies.
Then, very gently, he began to kiss her breasts and nuzzle the crests and buds with his palms while she took his penis and tickled and caressed it everywhere with a fingertip, capriciously, yet with a wonderful science-a science the virgin had adapted from her imagination for blissful union with the male she adored. And in another half hour they were again trembling with the trouble- the sweet trouble of ardor anew.
Arm in arm, they walked to the great bedroom where the canopied bed awaited their trysting.
“Oh-” she whispered, turning to him in the shadows, her face shadowed with ecstatic presentiments and anticipation. “Oh, I'm so happy with you-the way you first took me-my all-for now-my body stings with love for you-I'm so wide awake and eager to satisfy you. Oh, are you tired of me-yet-do I presume too much of my lover — my strong, sweet lover?”
He stopped her, turned her, pressed her body against his, his hands molding, kneading her firm buttocks, and his tongue furled with hers while one hand slipped to her pussy and loved it. And hoarsely he said, “Tired? I've got enough to show you how I love you! Now to bed, you greedy wench-and you'll get your due!”
“Oh, darling, you're so masterful-never-never demand less of me, please, in our married life and we'll be real sweethearts to the end,” she murmured, sealing it with a fierce kiss.
He then lifted her in his arms and she let her arms dangle. Her head fell back, her dark brown mane floating, and he bent and sucked her nipples, delighting in their flinty hardness.
“Shall I turn on the light?”
“Oh, no-in the dark now-I want to be all those women-yes, your new Irma, Gilda-Clarisse-yes, and Lois too, and that Gertrude-and that charming prudish, though so sweet, Madeline — yes and Erna-oh, most of all the wicked little Erna, the scamp who gave you such a wonderful long party. Treat me like her, do everything, everything.”
Then he maneuvered her to all fours and possessed her dog-fashion, pinching her nipples, squeezing and cupping her breasts until she attained a frenzied orgasm. After a cigarette, they cuddled together, talking in soft murmurs broken by the sounds of kisses, till one last time they fell on each other, but this time she atop and writhing and grinding her nakedness until the last of his juices were hers, forever, on this magic carpet that was the beginning of their marriage.