“I shall move away if I'm that much of a stimulus to you, dear. Now please tell me about the redhead.”
“I'd so much rather-” he said very longingly, but she interrupted with a charming little laugh and pouting mouth. “I know what you'd rather, but I wouldn't, just yet.”
He shrugged his shoulders fatalistically, sighed, then resumed:
“Her name was Gilda. She was slim, with lean though solid thighs and calves, pendant breasts with a fine thrust and firmness to them, and large dark nipples. But with very ripe hips and bottom and a pale tawny skin that was mouth-watering. She undressed me at once, then asked me to take off her clothes. She wore her auburn hair in a thick chignon at the back and I asked her if she would be sweet enough to loosen it, so she told me complaisantly to do it for her after I had undressed her.”
“How old was she, Max dear?”
“Not more than twenty-one, on my word of honor, though she looked much more mature. Her voice was very sexy-low and throaty. I suppose you'd say she had a broad forehead, rounded applelike full cheeks, a turned up nose, a very small but ripely sensual mouth, and a pretty cleft chin. Her arms were a bit too short for perfect beauty, but the rest of her body was extremely appetizing.”
“You lecher.”
“You asked for it, you know, darling. Besides, she couldn't hold a candle to you. Neither could Clarisse for that matter.”
“Pooh, who wants a girl to hold candles? When I've got you-and so much better equipped than a candle,” was Marcia's astoundingly frank and tempting reply.
The blood suffused his face. He chuckled by way of distraction. “Now after that buildup I see I shall have a good deal to live up to.”
“I fully expect you to, Max, my sweet, or I very much fear I'll have to have our marriage annulled on the grounds that it wasn't consummated properly.”
“You enigmatic, stupefying little devil, you.” He breathed and had to have another kiss then and there. He felt her firm long rounded thighs pressed ardently against his and the hammering of his pulse clamored.
“Now that's more than enough. What about Gilda? You are keeping that poor girl waiting.”
“Yes, I am, and that's not very gallant, is it? Oh, very well, Miss Curiosity. When we were both down to fundamentals and her hair was properly flowing down her shoulders, I took her in my arms and kissed her telling her she was extremely lovely and I was more flattered and honored than I could say and was entirely at her disposal.
“She put her hands on my penis, fondling it a moment, exclaiming with delight on my vigor (on which she said Clarisse had documented her). She asked again if I objected to being watched, and I said rather chivalrously that I knew it was certain that in her embrace I should forget everything else. She then blushed and said I was very nice and she would do her level best to see I was not disappointed. Had I felt like punning, I'd have asked her to do her horizontal best instead.”
“Oh, you. No embellishments like that again, please.”
He mock bowed his head as if chided. “Your wish is my dearest command, my sweet lady. She then knelt down and began to tongue bathe my organ after having taken it in her mouth, and proved instantly that she was as adept as Clarisse or even the charming Irma, if not more so. Then, seeing that I was in a fine state of ardor from all that had occasioned before, she rose and drew me by the wrist to the bed, the sheets of which were now drawn and inviting. She mounted ahead of me, taking a position on all fours, and she asked me to possess her from behind.”
“The little hussy, and on such short acquaintance too!” giggled Marcia.
He flushed and laughed, his voice unsteady and with good reason.
“Quite so, but the provocative pose of her tawny nakedness, I confess, rendered me heedless of any such petty considerations. I spent a few moments in stroking and squeezing her lovely-shaped and very ample bottom.”
“Pervert! And I had to go and marry him,” Marcia sighed, looking at the ceiling and rolling her eyes in mock distress.
He pinched her thigh, she slapped at his hand, giggling affectionately. Then he resumed:
“Then being of sufficient girth to attempt the interview she requested, I held her luscious hips and steered myself gently towards her gaping quim, which was very thickly fleeced, more than Irma's or Clarisse's. And for a moment or two I tantalized us both by rubbing the head of my tool to and fro against that furry softness, she squirming and sighing, till at last passion overtook me and I forged onwards, her quim-lips were full, very soft and velvety to the touch, and apparently she was already attuned, for they seemed to be slightly moist and parted readily at my entry. I then thrust in slowly until she had the full measure of my devotion.”
“What a sententious and puritanical phrase, Max! I'm ashamed of you.”
“I accept the censure. Very well, I thrust slowly into her quim till I was buried to my balls. There, does that satisfy you?”
“Mmm, I think it will in due time.”
He now shuddered with desire. Who could boast of spending such a wedding night worth the prelude of telling of his past conquests to an amorous and warm-blooded bride whose inquisitiveness tantalized him enormously?
“Just at that moment, I heard a noise behind me and looking around saw that Gilda's husband was entering, arm in arm with the pretty divorcee, a chestnut-haired girl of very Juno-esque proportions. They nodded, smiling, and waved as if to bid me continue without pause for the amenities and took seats near the bed on either side.
“Gilda's husband was a genial fellow about thirty, blonde, clean-shaven, with a sturdy build in proportion to his very handsome features. He seemed to think this the most natural thing in the world, sitting forward in his armchair supporting his chin with his folded hands like a student in an anatomy clinic. As for the divorcee, she was more relaxed, watching us both with an amused gaze. I confess I hesitated at the audience, but Gilda, wriggling her saucy rump, begged me so throatily and most seductively please not to stop but to fuck her good. Your pardon, darling, but that is the very word she used.”
Marcia leaned back, hands clasped up behind her head, a maneuver which then threw forward and tautened the ripe rounding of her vibrant breasts in the most tantalizing manner. He licked his lips, eyed her, then resumed, his manly voice now unsteady. “So what could I do but comply? Besides, the previous stimulation and now this very flattering housing of my tool in so warm and voluptuous a haven (which also was much tighter than Clarisse's) made natural and immediate demands on me. I therefore, gripping the young woman's bare hips rather masterfully, began to thrust in and out, quickening my pace steadily. With her head buried on the sheets, she sighed and groaned and directed me: 'Ohhhh, harder- yes-that's it-faster now. Oh, please-don't spare my pussy-it wants a fuck so bad. Ahhhh, you're wonderful-ohhhhhh, so hard. Henry's so much smaller in my cunt than you are. Ohh, Max, darling, give it to me good. Ohhh fuck me hard.' I was amazed and I was also rendered fiercely passionate as you can imagine, my sweet, and releasing one of her writhing squirming velvety hips, I artfully thrust my forefinger into her yawning slit and applied the tip of it against the clitoris, which was already filled with yearning.”
“Gracious, you don't dare stop now.” “No, I don't at that,” he chuckled. “The moment I touched that galvanizing button she writhed and groaned, 'Oh, oh, Henry, Henry, he's tickling my little button. Oh, he does it wonderfully, he is going to make me come so hard-better than you ever made me do. Max, Max-faster now, keep them both up in my cunny-ohhhhh-darling- ohhhh, get ready. Can you come with me too? I want you to. Ahh-ram me, Max. Oh, give me it all-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhere I come-ohhhhhhhhh, Max.'
“And she arched and twisted like a bucking broncho, her nails clawing the rumpled sheets; a few body-deep strokes of my penis and I flowed my vital juices furiously into her quaking vagina and fell atop of her, crushing her, as we succumbed to the fatal spasm.