“I'll bet you bounded there like a satyr, ready to rend and rape her.”
“Not at all, I was dignified even in my youth, I'll have you know,” he chuckled, remembering with relish that thrilling scene. “I approached her, and when I reached the sofa, as if my intuition had told me-for I'd never performed at any time the practice she wished applied to her-I knelt and applied a kiss on the most charming spot of all her body.”
Marcia's soft hand reached for his free one, squeezed it hard and with her lips at his ear whispered, “Oh, you rascal, and what do you call that spot? I want to know the sweet word you have for it and if I like it, you shall call mine that too, and I shan't be a bit jealous. Tell me, Max.”
All his self-control was called on now. The scent of her, the warm heady nearness of her, the knowledge of her candor and amorous precepts made him fiery with desire. But mastering himself by recalling what joy the real amorist gains through prolongation, through anticipation, through putting off the magic moment to the very end, he said, “Her quim, my darling. There, does the word shock you?”
“Oh, not altogether. On the contrary, I love it. It's so spicy and yet so apt and I like it much better than others such as cunt and pussy!”
“Marcia!”
“Now,” she laughed, “you have been shocked. Will wonders never cease?”
“Oh, you adorable minx, wait till I get you where I want you!” he breathed reverently.
“I can hardly wait,” she whispered, and she kissed his ear and then sat away again saying primly, “Now be good and don't you stop, if you love me and want me.”
He took a deep shuddering breath and continued, “She uttered a sigh of pleasure and murmured, 'Oh what pleasure you will give those fortunate women tonight. Yes, yes, please kiss me in there-especially there.' And so granted this prerogative, I could hardly show myself to be ungracious, especially as she had shown such amorous compliance in treating me. I therefore continued to stroke her thighs and belly and hips very gently; I continued kissing her slowly and admiringly-she had a beautifully fashioned and adorable quim, veiled by the glossiest black flower at the loins- till at last I dared insert my tongue beneath.”
“Ohhhhh,” sighed Marcia, closing her eyes, and her left hand brushed aside the negligee's folds at her stunning thighs.
Her nostrils shrank and widened sensuously now for she too was inspired by this recital; in truth, it was aphrodisiac as she had said it would be-for him as much as for her!
He took a covert glance and saw the frilly panties that sheathed her ripe young loins. His lips trembled, blood inflamed in his cheeks, his temples throbbed and he felt his virility harden in bold assertion.
Conquering the tremendous urge, he resumed, “Encouraged by this reflex, I concentrated my attentions thus, tonguing her quim slowly and lingeringly, making the rounds of the outer lips until at last, heartened by her sighs and her convulsive tremors, I dared to thrust deep within the velvety hole itself. She uttered a choking cry and her hands seized my cheeks and she panted, 'Oh, yes, yes, yes, that's wonderful. Please don't stop now!'
“Nor did I. I wished not only to reward her for that sweet introduction to a night I now knew would be incredibly thrilling, but also to satisfy my own desires since I could not perform in any other way with her. Of course, the thought of possessing her occurred to me when I first saw her, so beautiful and naked, lay herself down on the sofa in such a charmingly graceful and confiding way. I dare say that I might have overcome scruples had there been no other item on the program for the night, for she was exceptionally lovely and enticing. But now I thought only of satisfying her, and my tongue at last ventured to her clitoris and began to friction to and fro.”
Marcia huddled, arms around her bosom. “Oh, Max-oh, my dear!” her eyes closed but her long mascaraed lashes fluttered vibrantly.
“Her fingers pressed hard into my flesh while her sighs and almost incoherent words intoxicated me, told me to go on as I was, and I did not hesitate. I quickened my tonguing of that most sensitive spot of all her lovely naked body and soon a violent spasm of passion shook her. She twisted, writhed, and moaned on the sofa, and her head fell to one side, eyes closed, till I thought she had fainted with the intensity of the emotion. Then at last she wanly sat up and thanked me in a choking voice for the bliss I had so generously given her. She knelt down and kissed my feet and then my hands as I sought to raise her, and she said, blushing, “Almost-I wish I could be longer with you and perhaps even overcome my diffidence to the act with you, but I fear I must prepare you for the summons. The time is getting on. Oh-it was so lovely. I do hope you'll come again and that the draw will bring fortune as it did tonight.'
“I helped her on with her robe and after she had put on mine, I took advantage to caress and kiss her breasts, which I had utterly neglected during the operation. Her dark nipples were very hard with passion and she didn't let me touch them long, saying in a faint voice that her bosom was almost as sensitive as her quim and that if I kept it up I would surely be very late and she would be reprimanded. At last I was ready-and in more ways than one, the naughty devil. In a moment the master of ceremonies came for me.”
“Well. What a remarkable beginning-it was only the beginning, wasn't it my love?” breathed Marcia.
“Why to be sure. And now, have you had enough?”
“Oh, good heavens, no, darling. You've only just begun. Not only do I want to hear about all the rest of the evening but I insist you tell me of your specially exciting experiences in other European cities. Your magic carpet can not just stop in London.”
He sighed with mock distress. “But my dear, it's already eleven. Do you realize that if I comply with your wish-and my wife's wish is my law-” here she kissed his hand and laughed silently-“it will be hours before we get to bed-and then and then-you'll have little sleep, Mrs. Phillips.”
“Who wants to sleep on her wedding night? I can do that when I'm old and no longer desirable in your eyes, Max. So you go right ahead. And besides, I am not in the least bit sleepy anyway.”
“What a woman I married. Yes, your metaphors were very apt. I'm the Scheherazade and you are the cruel Shahriyar, making me tell you interminable stories when I'm dying for your kisses.”
“You won't die, you only think you will-and then it will be so much fun.” He was shaken by her wisdom for she too was a believer in the glorious art of prolongation.
“Then I shall carry on from the point where that charming slim blonde escorted me, after the introduction I have already recited for you, to the quiet room.”
“Yes, I remember. Oh do expatiate there; she seemed to be so delicious.”
“Ah-she was. Her name-the first only would she give me and that was very wise and discreet and eliminated any risk for either of us-was Clarisse, a very sweet name, harmonious and in keeping with her beauty. She had, you'll recall, asked me if there were anything I'd prefer with her. Well, when we were alone in the room she repeated that question, gazing at me smilingly with those ingenuous eyes. I said, 'Yes; first, my lovely hostess, I desire to see your body in all its natural beauty.' And with a gracious smile as if she, great and titled lady that she was (my friend told me afterwards what rank she occupied) were dispensing alms to the poor, she undressed. She wore only a silk dress, stockings, and sandals. The stockings-yes, I anticipate your unspoken question-were dark brown, very sheer silk and charming sky-blue rosetted garters held them up on divinely formed legs. She stood amid the pile of fallen garments aureoling her dainty feet, exquisite yet lascivious in that touch of sandals, hose, and nudity. Her blonde hair was piled in a chic pompadour, her face was a perfectly bewitching oval. Her breasts thrust out like two sleek young pears, well spaced and pointed with delicate and pink nipples. Her waist was slim, her thighs long and high set. She had a snowy skin that was simply ravishing. And-as to her quim- it was very thickly downed, with dark golden fleece. Her buttocks were long undulating ovals, rather well set apart and very saucy as well as firm and resilient to the extreme. It was a regalia of beauty before me.”