Cynthia Is Curious

While Adam left early—first to tend to the livestock and then back to the construction site—I begin to do a bit of cleaning after clearing away the breakfast things. It is a welcome change when Cynthia arrives on her bicycle around noon. After teaching the younger siblings reading and writing, she has the day off today because our sisters Daniela and Edith have house duty for my mother. Since my departure, Edith is now fully integrated into the household service.

We sit on the veranda with some iced tea, and then Cynthia’s curiosity just bursts out of her.

"Come on, tell me! How was the wedding night? What is sex like?"

"It’s completely different from what you imagine as a Quiver girl."

"In what way?"

"I’ve noticed before, and you know it too, that you’ve given yourself pleasure and satisfaction down there with your hand a few times."

She looks down, looking a bit guilty. "Yes, I have."

"But doing it with a man is entirely different. On one hand, it is his right to take you at any time and drive out his lust. It’s almost animalistic. That is actually how he deflowered me. Dress up, bent over the table, and then he thrust in hard. When the seed shoots out for the first time, it’s something else entirely. You can feel it completely."

"And then?"

"Other kinds of sex are more passionate. He uses his rod to make you feel intense pleasure in every part of your vagina, and then, eventually, the moment comes. You can’t stop it anymore. A wave takes hold of your lower abdomen and you explode. Adam is already quite good at keeping me trapped in that wave so that I climax multiple times. When he pumps his seed into me, my womb soaks it all up. Hardly anything runs out anymore, unless he ejaculates several times in a row."

"Wow, that sounds absolutely insane."

"He has already planted his seed in me over twenty times; hopefully, it has fallen on fertile soil. I don’t want to disappoint him. But I have to give you a warning, since you are already somewhat sexually stimulated. Do not get caught touching yourself to enjoy the pleasure. The punishment will be greater than last time—you’ll get the whip. and above all, do not get involved with any man. He would beat you to ****. We Quiver women must save ourselves for marriage."

After that, we have to hurry. Cynthia helps me so that I can make up for the time lost to our chatting. After she cycles back, Adam arrives, and I serve him a dish of sausage, cabbage, and potatoes. Afterward, we sit naked in front of the fireplace where logs are crackling, and then he simply mounts me on the sofa. Despite the rather animalistic fucking, he manages to push me over the edge again. Afterward, my cleft is wet, but not a single drop of seed leaks out.