He thrust his hand between her legs and rubbed his fingers over the wetness that had soaked through her hose. "God," he whispered, unable to believe the slick evidence of her heat, "God, honey… you're excited, aren't you?" Clumsily, he fumbled with the elastic waistband of the hose and ran his hand down the front, against her smooth, throbbing belly, then going lower until his fingers laced through the bush of kinky crotch hair.
He went wild then as he felt it, as though he couldn't believe that anyone so pure and sweet had hair on her pussy. He peeled the hose down her thighs and separated her hot engorged lips, running his finger up and down the slippery folds, rubbing the wet outer edges until she began to move against him and whisper panting instructions against his ear.
"Up top, where the little bud is, rub it there… Easy, easy, just real light… Oh, yes, yes, yes."
She lay back against him, her legs spread out over his knees and her bare ass squirming against the rough material of his tweed pants. His cock was sticking into her buttocks with a probing insistence that made her long for still another sensation – a new, strange sensation that she had never allowed herself to feel. Jim was always talking about her virginity, how he wanted to save it for their wedding night, how he respected her wish to keep it until then… Could she do something else with him? Something that had nothing to do with her cunt that he thought was cherry? The new sensations were undeniable now; his prick poked through his pants and rubbed over the crack that separated her fun white orbs. She felt rough, tickling suit material against the tight rim of her asshole. The virgin hole fluttered with excitement and a maddening itch of yearning that she had not known was possible.
Would he do it, or would he be hopelessly shocked? There was a way to get him around to it…
"Jim! Stop… I-I can't stand it. We'll do something we'll be sorry for." She pulled herself up from his lap, her cunt throbbing and dripping with excitement. Her thighs were glistening with lubrication and she saw that his pants were wet from her.
"This isn't fair, darling," she whispered. "You're not getting anything, it's all for me."
His face was florid and sweating. "Honey, let me… do something else. I-I won't make you go all the way. I know what it means to you to be a virgin when we get married, but-but there's something else that we can do."
The fool! How could he be so dumb? How could he go with her for two years and still not know anything about her, or about women in general?
"What can we do?" she asked innocently.
"It won't hurt you, I promise. I'll be gentle. Just let me… put it in you here," he rasped, reaching around to touch her plump white cheeks. His fingers dipped into the crescent-shaped valley and palpitated her rectal rim. She gasped with pleasure at the touch and squeezed her buttocks instinctively around his fingertip.
She had to play along with his Puritanism.
"Oh, that's unnatural!" she wailed.
"No, it's not, really honey, it's something that everybody enjoys. There's feeling there, too. Anything a man and woman who love each other do is natural."
He had read that, she knew, in a book he had bought for them. His voice was rote, like a child reciting an obligatory poem. She knew he did not mean it but she did not care. He would convince himself that everything was all right. Somehow, he would put it through the wringer of his middle-class mind and make it acceptable to himself.
"All right," she assented, remembering to dip her head in a convincing expression of reluctant obedience.
His mild blue eyes widened and lighted with happy astonishment. He lowered her to the rug in front of the fireplace and crawled up behind her as she lay on her stomach, wriggling against the rough nap under her naked pelvis. She heard a zipper, then felt his panting breath hot against her neck as he loomed over her. He had not undressed, even though they had the house to themselves. It would make it official to his mind if they were both naked; that would mean they had gone all the way.
He knelt behind her on all fours. Brenda felt his blood-filled cock brush the back of her thighs. God, it was big! She had to give him credit for that. She moaned as the smooth round head prodded her skin like a powerful fist.
"I'll get you wet so it won't hurt, baby," he soothed. God damn him! She wanted a cock up her ass and she wanted it fast! It would be better if it hurt a little. Something dark and thrilling pounded through her brain as she realized that she wanted the pain.
His finger swabbed into her pouting cunt lips and drew their sex fluid back into the fuzzy slit of her ass until there was a slick puddle of juice over her rectum. The fingering drove her into impatient wigglings. She could feel the rim palpitating with desire as the tight cavern demanded fulfillment.
Jim pulled her billowing cheeks apart and knelt closer. "Put your hips in the air, way up, that's it. Relax, darling, re…"
His voice broke off and changed into a low animal growl as the tip of his cock pressed against the tight, suckling hole that she offered him. The monstrous head felt like a round hot ball of lead going into her ass. A dry, burning pain wrenched through her stomach as he thrust hard against the puckered opening. Brenda bucked forward, grunting in agony. But then something happened. It was as if the jagged knife of pain had melted inside her and transformed into a flowering branch of ecstasy. His cock heaved and thrashed inside her pinched, maidenly rectum, pushing its walls open and rubbing them with voluptuous friction. She shrieked in delight and slammed back against his invading rod. She had a belly full of cock, all that she could ever want. It felt as if it were coming up through her throat!
"Uummmmmmmm! Oh, fuck my ass, fuck it hard!"
He was all the way in her, his coarse puff of hair scratching her soft rump like a bramble bush. She was going to get it, better than she had ever cum before! His mouth, burning and wet, sank into her shoulder and she felt his teeth.
Then she felt something else, and she knew the party was over. His hot spurt filled her rectum like acid, powerful and copious, streaming thickly through her tight cavern and dripping out until their slamming bodies were slick with creamy cum.
He toppled heavily on her, growing soft within her until his cock became spongy and useless in a matter of seconds. She wanted to scream and curse in frustration, strike him and kick him. For a moment she loathed him with every ounce of strength in her.
He scampered up, zipping his pants like a fireman and looking furtively around the room as though it were full of invisible inquisitors. He knelt down beside her and smoothed her hair from her forehead.
"Brenda… darling. I…" He swallowed painfully, his eyes hollow and full of remorse.
"Forgive me, Brenda? I don't know what came over me… It was a terrible thing to make you do. I just wanted you so much, but I was afraid – I mean I knew that you were a virgin so…"
He gave her no choice but to play along. She was sick of his guilt-ridden minuets! Her body ached with unfulfilled desire and every nerve screamed out for more fucking! She wanted to grab the fire tongs and clout him with them until his head looked like a smashed egg.
He helped her up like a boy scout salvaging an old woman splayed in the snow, then turned around, embarrassed, while she pulled the pantyhose up over her hips.
"I swear I'll never make you do that again," he mumbled, unable to face her.