The Virgin

A surly old maid had an urge to be laid and bemoaned her virginal status with life discontented her plight she lamented: "'tis not easy to live without coitus." A scheme she invented got polished and scented tweaked her pointers to swing more voluptuous with a rose-scented blanket and aphrodisiac banquet whisked her beau to the beach to be fructuous Clad in scant mini whence peeked her bikini bent on bidding her cherry adieu purred words mildly profane wined him champagne dined him fare with venereal value To hone his libido entrèed on baked avo oysters, scallops and honey-glazed almond lips enticingly luscious sucked asparagus sneaked a look if what matters had hardened As was he, she became cocky: ogled what was now stocky with no inhibition she fussed and she flirted our virgin opened her mouth with one hand down south loosened a knot and lay there unskirted Decidedly heady her lover was ready to pick her rosebud unsoiled hitherto her lush lips he fingered where he lovingly lingered to prepare for their kissing debut With a bolt sat upright said, his voice somewhat tight: "Your mouth is a pit of infection. I swear I was keen but your mouth lacks hygiene foul breath made me lose my ********."