Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

Marion quivered more and more with the surprising sensations awakened within her as her slender neck was decorated with heated yet gentle kisses. She had no desire to speak and perhaps thus break the spell, even if she could have spoken intelligibly.

Under her round little chin the warm lips snuggled, softly kissing, even tenderly licking.

“Ah,” she thought bewildered, “then the tongue may help the lips-even elsewhere than upon the mouth! It is very pleasant-shameful, I’m afraid-but, oh, God, wonderfully pleasant! It’s as if I were just a wee kitten-being licked and cleaned. Oh-and my temple-and cheeks-and forehead-how he does kiss and lick my face! I could scream, scream! Heavens, he’s licking my nose! I’m so afraid I shall cry out loud and maybe make him stop this marvelous, incredible shower of lovely caresses! Will he never take my mouth?”

Such was the frame of mind of the excited and trembling Marion, so it is hardly surprising that, as the man’s sensual lips were slowly laid upon the rosy, curving lips awaiting them, Marion gasped a trifle, tightened her bare and exquisite arms about the neck of her comrade and tutor, and performed the unmaidenly act of kissing him hotly even before his mouth had opened for that first mingling of their lips.

And the enraptured Stanley was to discover now to what an extent his pupil had profited by the first lesson in using more than just the portals of the mouth in demonstrating tender affection and luscious even if unpracticed passion.

For hardly had their yoked lips exchanged two lingering and loving kisses before a small and impatient tongue was covertly at work upon his lips, striving to part them yet more, moving with lascivious abandon between them, resentful of the barrier of the still closed teeth which prevented the exploiting of Marion’s new accomplishment.

He too was inflamed and sighing as he gave her moist, warm tongue the admittance which it mutely asked. He strove for self-mastery as he gave his tongue and the cavern of his mouth to the darting, coiling, licking caresses of the small demon which took possession thereof.

She was curved inward upon his half-circled body, nestling there in a protection and a retreat whose full measure of lascivious interchange she did not yet recognize. She was panting as their tongues writhed and played together, now in one mouth, now in the other. Her hard breasts heaved upon his wholly naked bosom-his bathing shirt was cut to the navel.

Their eyes were closed. Marion was pallid now with an agitation and a blissful palpitation of all her nerves almost too powerful for her endurance.

He compressed his lips upon the slippery tongue then slowly withdrew his mouth, allowing the girl’s red tongue to glide between his lips. Marion moaned softly as she felt her prized possession removed. Writhing against his body, conscious now in shivering ecstasy of the rampant and hard engine of his masculinity upon which her warm, soft belly was almost rolling, the thoroughly aroused child collapsed in his arms. She lay with her cheek pillowed on his bare shoulder, panting and pale from excitement.

Gently he soothed and cradled her. He slipped a muscular thigh presently between her naked legs. Sighing, and half-unconscious of his maneuver, she squeezed the hard, bare leg between her own thighs.

His soft and resuscitating kisses were quite brotherly now, even if that clasped and intruding leg of his was far from brotherly in its intent and in its effect.

Slowly the color revived in the oval smoothness of Marion’s cheeks. She opened languorous, swimming eyes. Aware suddenly, of a naked knee which had slipped upward to press upon her almost nude and throbbing crotch, she gave the brazen limb a shamed push, which it accepted as notice of eviction and moved some inches downward. “Oh, Stanley,” she sighed, cheek to cheek with him now. “Isn’t that the most wonderful way to kiss? Don’t you suppose we just gave each other the most entrancing kiss that was ever exchanged?”

“I would be willing to enter it in any osculatory competition whatever-professionals not barred,” he said with his attractive smile.

“Do you and Mildred and other people kiss just like that?” she asked faintly.

“There is precedent,” he replied gravely. “I didn’t lay claim to the discovery, you know. And as for Mildred, she loves that kind of kiss.”

“Well, it must be all right then,” she murmured comfortably. “For Mildred distinctly told me that we should kiss in any way that you wished and that I liked. She said it would give me aplomb and control. But I don’t feel very well under control just now, Stanley, except by these great arms and legs of yours. Please, please, withdraw your thigh from between mine for it makes me feel-oh-I can’t tell you just how!”

Well, get in between my legs then,” he suggested. “Legs may hug as well as arms, Maro.”

For a moment she resisted but presently she found herself, nevertheless, held by hard thighs which pressed her own. She snuggled against him now in an increased intimacy of contact which was very comfortable and very delightful, if only one could mentally ignore the great affair which made him male and which, she decided, he could not help having or even help its being so infinitely disconcerting and so agitating, so suggestive and thrilling.

She was pulling roguishly at the matted dark hair upon his great chest. “You licked my whole face like a puppy,” she said. “It made me feel so queer. But now I know why-all this fur shows that you are just a great St. Bernard-or maybe a splendid mastiff.”

He grinned boyishly. “Getting used to brother’s big body, aren’t you, Maro?” he commented. “Not so frightened over seeing me in this rag of a two-ounce suit as you were?”

She shook her head, flushing. “I guess I was silly about that,” she said. “But you did-you do-look so very bare in it, and you’re so big and white and hairy, only burned here and there. And I’d never seen any men this way, you know. But I do begin to like to see you this way-and you are splendid, you know. And I do begin to see, too, that it is rather foolish to be squeamish about being as unhampered and comfortable as can be-for swimming or for any sports. But all this hair-it’s just a trifle bothersome. Isn’t it the least bit indecent to have it all on display?”

“Oh, ‘all’!” he exclaimed. “Only samples, sweet sister. You’d be surprised!”

She flushed more deeply but continued to twist the dark strands playfully and even to rub the exhibited nipples with soft hands in a new forwardness which she failed to recognize as such and which hugely pleased the man. “It does make you like a great animal,” she murmured. “I’d be scared if there were more of it!”

“My blessed Maro!” he exulted. “You’ve found a sort of finger kiss that is extremely pleasant-and it’s your own invention, as far as I am concerned. When you rub me there and twirl my nipples under your palms it gives me sensations!”

“Sensations?” she queried ashamedly. “I’m not being disgustingly naughty, I hope. I-I sort of like to pet you here-and-since my fingers seem to please you-well-could I just…”

Her soft voice died away as, quivering, she found fortitude and courage to lay her warm lips on the pink circle and the rosier tip which imitated so absurdly the ornaments of her own swelling bust.

Stanley’s surprise, as well as his pleasure in this unexpected advance of his timid and modest sister-in-law, were very genuine. For it was a novelty to him to learn that the ardent kisses of lovely feminine lips on such a sterile spot could have an effect so very pleasant.

He yearned suddenly for more of those kisses. As if reading his thoughts, and content to thus assuage her own desires and his since surely this was a kiss she had been taught was permissible between them, Marion let a rosy, shamed tongue mingle with the movements of her lips.