She tries, but Dr. Baxter isn't listening

Dear Sir Williard,

I vaguely remember Miss Monroe explaining about a former officer of the East Orion Trading company was said to have fallen in love with one of these blue-skinned creatures, but I must confess that by this point I was no longer listening to the whimpered words. Instead I pressed the ball of my thumb firmly against her puckered rose and at the same time slipped my middle finger into her slick opening.

"Oh, Doctor!" There was no longer any pretense that either of us might have stopped at this point, Sir Williard, but, as became increasing clear as my assault on Miss Monroe continued, the librarian wasn't ready for the way I was preparing her. "Doctor, your thumb!" The fine woman was certainly justified in her objection, Dr. Johnson, for even as I used my fingers to stimulate the bundle of nerves near the head of the poor woman's vaginal opening I had pressed the tip of my thumb through the clenched sphincter into her anal canal. The sensation of her muscles squeezing my thumb like an adjustable spanner almost made me give up on my plan to sodomize the thirty-something year old spinster, however the risk of an unwanted pregnancy was foremost in my mind.

"Try to relax, Miss Monroe." I did my best to sooth the woman squirming on the table before me, "It won't hurt as much if you don't fight me." Considering what was to follow I doubt, my Lord, that you nor any other decent man will think much better of me when I assure you that I did my best to lubricate the rectal passage, first with Miss Monroe's own juices and then with a drizzle of spittle deposited in the crack between her buttocks. However, in spite of the burning need brought on by the Blush, I took the time to work the slick fluid with my thumb until I could slide the whole digit in and out of her with only a moderate amount of pressure. The combination of my patient attention to loosening her up, combined with the continued stroking of her hidden pearl had Miss Monroe mewing like a feral cat in heat and her propriety was starting to crack.

"Do it you bastard!" the once oh-so-reserved librarian hissed, "stop playing with my ass and ram your manhood into my hot sex." Perhaps Miss Monroe sensed my last little bit of reticence, because she slapped at the illustration of the naked figure in Kirdland's journal. "Take me like Sir Henry pounded that beautiful blue creature. Fill my womanly vacuum with your virile male flesh." Unbidden, the image of the slight nymph that called to me from the dark waters of the Arjun comes to mind. There is no doubt in my mind that if I had somehow been able to get my hands on the teasing sprite I would have certainly filled any 'womanly vacuum' that that creature had ... but this moaning woman was a citizen of our great British Empire not some phantasmal entity that I could use as I wished.

"I don't want to deflower -" Miss Monroe's derisive snort cut me off before I could even finish my half-hearted protest.

"I'm no maid, you stupid oaf!" The desperate woman was reaching back trying to guide me into her even as she berated me like one of my old primary school teachers. "There are no virgins on Rajah-4, Doctor, certainly not any past the year they are first presented to society." One of my reservations, Sir Williard, was laid to rest just like that, but there was still the matter of an unwanted pregnancy. Miss Monroe however was not done explaining the reality of living as a vulnerable female on this exotic planet. "Do you think you are the first man to lure me off to one of these small rooms and have his way with me?" She spread her legs even wider and lifted her derrière invitingly. "Just do it, Dr. Baxter, I know you are new to Rajah, but this has gone too far for us to stop now."

The spinster librarian was right, but there was still one final matter to decide. In spite of her professed experience with men I remember wondering as I held my throbbing shaft and guided it towards her, Sir Williard, if she had ever felt a cock stretching her tight anal passage. I personally had never even considered this scandalous manner of joining with a female until Akemi had shown me how a man and woman might both find pleasure in this immoral act, but I have had the young Nipponese maid several times like this and Hilda too for that matter. It seems that like elsewhere in our great Star-spanning Empire, here on Rajah-4 in spite of the prevalent promiscuity, the act of sodomy is not one that is commonplace. Perhaps Miss Monroe was still a virgin in a way after all ...