Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

“You know she just wanted to pry you out of your otherworldness, to counteract your upbringing, to make you one of the young set to which you were born,” he said mildly careful not to caress her in this guarded mood. “And your fortunate brother-in-law is the chosen instrument of the process.”

“Are you just an ‘instrument,’ Stanley?” she asked. “Don’t you really mean any of the sweet things you have done to me?”

“You know whether I mean them, sweetness, little beauty with the exquisite face and the dear dimples and the shining hair!” he whispered.

He was half lying upon her now as they both turned suddenly dangerously tender. And Marion, looking him full in the eyes, was trembling, disconcerted, happy, unresisting.

He buried his face, his moving lips, in her lovely neck. He kissed her upper arms, the shaven nooks beneath them. He let his lips return to her for a torrid kiss.

And his mouth sank to a bare and comely shoulder, so very poorly protected, like its mate, by the loose, scant garment she wore. “You would kiss and pet my body, would you, trying to outrage a poor, delicate creature when all I had done was to kiss and caress your sweet face!” He raised his head to observe with her loving mockery. “Well, there is such a thing as revenge in this humdrum world, as dainty pirates like you may discover!”

“Stanley, oh, Stanley, Stanley!” sighed the maiden.

Flat upon her back now, her bare thighs enduring between them the agitating invasion of the male leg which he had cast over her nearer one, her smooth and lovely shoulders warm from his exploring lips, Marion had hardly stirred and had not protested at all as the delicious kisses covered all the revealed skin of her upper chest as with an invisible garment.

But, since the wee slip of a suit was very deeply cut in a V-shaped front, and since the mouth of her brother-in-law rested now directly between the exquisite mounds which heaved on either side of his lips with the girl’s agitated breathing, and since his lips contrived to push somewhat farther to the side the silk which so loosely and thinly covered her breasts and to rest caressingly against each inner slope for a moment, the bedrugged and dormant guardians of her fundamental chastity awakened alarmed as they had been when this same man had laid torrid, lascivious lips just beneath the promontories of the dimpled buttocks.

“Oh, Stanley!” Marion stammered, striving vainly to press aside the hands which bound her, shoulder and thigh, to keep her in position for this browsing which was to him a treat beyond compare. “Stanley, dear, please, don’t kiss me on my bust! And don’t-oh, don’t uncover me-and kiss me anymore!” she whispered.

And she ended with a little whimpering wail for suddenly feverish, firm lips, which would not be frustrated by a loose, light fold of silk, had pressed the fabric even farther to one side. Lips that trembled, lips that shot heat through the weakly struggling Marion, fixed themselves in a long kiss upon the rosy bud which formed a glorious adornment at the very summit of the perfect, milky white breast.

“Oh, my God, my God!” burst from the quivering lips of the girl. “Let me loose-don’t kiss me there. Cover my bosom, Stanley! Oh, Stanley, you’re driving me crazy! You don’t w-want m-me, Stanley, you don’t want me to insist upon going back home-and never, never coming out alone with you again, do you!”

“I do not,” he replied. “Nor, do I expect to allow such an infantile action as that. Did anyone ever tell you, darling little Maro, that your breasts are beyond compare in sheer beauty?”

“Stanley, you’re hurting me, making me lose my faith in you,” she cried plaintively yet moved, despite all her shame in this first revelation of her nude bosom to male eyes, by his earnest eulogy, as well as by the hot kiss which he now proceeded to lay upon her other nipple after his pushing lips had uncovered it.

Since he wished to utilize his hands otherwise than in holding her feebly struggling form as they had been doing, he eased his great body farther upon hers, pinning her down at hips and belly by a firm weight which he strove to keep from being oppressive but which added much to Marion’s agitation.

“There-you’re violating our compact!” she panted. “You have pushed my suit almost down to my waist. And your lips, your lips! Do you want me to go quite mad!”

He raised a flushed brown head. “Violating our compact?” he queried reproachfully. “How can you accuse me of that, Maro? What am I doing?”

“You’re half-stripping me,” she quavered. “And seeing me and kissing me in spots where not even my sister’s husband has any right to. And you’re humiliating me and making me feel that you don’t respect me in the least, and treating me as if-!”

“Ah, kissing you,” he sighed. “And wasn’t I to have that sweet privilege, dear, by our agreement?”

“Well, but I thought it meant only my face,” she quavered. “And, anyhow, the stripping-that is certainly not kissing-or spooning-or petting-as we were to do within limits!”

“Would you wish me, then, to kiss your bathing suit?” he smiled. “Kisses are for the skin, darling sister. Ask Mildred if you’re in doubt of that.”

She was silent for a moment, palpitating, bewildered by his argument. With head still raised, he gloried in the rise and fall of the adorable, firm, bare breasts in the sunlight with the accelerated breathing of the maiden.

“Then you think I’ve committed myself to being kissed quite anywhere you wish?” “she whispered faintly. “But, my God, Stanley, at least, have mercy and be contented with what you already have! For, if you were to kiss me again on-where you did yesterday-I’m certain I should have hysterics. Your lips on my breasts drive me almost wild, and being half-naked with you this way! I couldn’t stand more-indeed I couldn’t. So be a very sweet and dear brother and be kind to a girl who is trying to keep her word to you.”

“Then you concede to me this darling bosom-this torso of radiant, rosy white, this form which I have never seen equalled anywhere?” he whispered gloatingly.

Marion was silent, struggling in the throes of an internal conflict in which those monitors of her chastity found their voices almost drowned out by the thumping of the drums of her senses. For her brother-in-law had added to the force of his irresistible arguments and his even more irresistible personality by slipping his own almost nude torso upwards on her own. And now, as he laid his lips gently on her mouth, her naked breasts were pressed deliciously by the shaggy and muscular chest of the man.

She squirmed gently beneath him but did not refuse him her warm and clinging lips. “I-I suppose I must-since you already appear to have me-uncovered there for your kisses,” she whispered. “And since I seem to have made a very foolish and unforeseeing promise to you”

“My young blessed!” he said fondly, making her gasp by the gentle friction of his chest upon her sensitive bust. “And let me reassure you a little if I can by telling you that even this which we are doing is no more than ‘petting’, as petting is understood by the young lights of the up-and-coming generation. And I’ll take the liberty of reminding you, too, Miss Stone, now that you have recovered a trifle of self-control, that your own sweet lips wandered-playfully, no doubt, at first, but later quite warmly and excitedly-upon my own body in these same regions.”

“I-I know I did that” murmured the flushed Marion. “I hardly realized. I know I was being held-but I did get so excited when I found how nice it was to do and how it agitated you too. And-oh, I don’t know just why-but I seemed to go into a fever of indecent actions. Your great body, hard and strong, but with skin so fine and soft. And it just seemed to me that I must pet it a little and kiss your funny, cute little imitation nipples, too”