Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

“You did more than kiss them, my dear Miss Stone,” he observed with mock severity. “And, if I am not mistaken, this very soft and delicate little hand had an audacity which shocked me to the very core. Vengeance in kind is my motto. And so-how would you like it if I-?”

Instantly the beleaguered and apprehensive Marion was in a shivering, writhing stew in which she tried, with futility, to slip from beneath the weight of his body. “Don’t-oh I beg, I plead. It will be all over between us, I warn you, Stanley!” she wailed feverishly.

For her brother-in-law had laid his flattened hand upon her body just beneath the denuded bosom and his extended finger tended downwards, touching the tiny pit of the navel in the middle of the belly of satin then still slipping farther as if determined to return the visit, the unintentional, indiscreet visit, so hastily paid to his own secrecies by a maidenly hand half an hour earlier. Under the fabric which still covered the abdomen it advanced very slowly. Almost at the verge of a silken thicket it paused. “You threaten me, eh, lady, with the bane of your eternal displeasure?” he said thickly.

This beautiful and nearly nude girlish body drove him more nearly mad than he could recall ever having been in these circumstances.

“No!” Marion almost shouted as his hand made another ominous move, this time touching soft curls. “No, no!” cried the girl shakily. “I don’t threaten-I beg-I plead with you not to shame me to death by what it would almost kill me to endure!”

He smiled down into her reddened face and into her almost terrified eyes. Then he slowly withdrew his hand from within her very thin garment and she released haltingly the breath which she had caught and held in her apprehension of that masculine touch upon her privacies.

“Oh-thank you!” she whispered tremulously. “I knew you couldn’t be so-so cruel as that.”

And, it was perhaps in the outburst of her gratitude over being spared such an unendurably libidinous contact, that Marion now so sweetly succumbed to whatever else he had in mind for her in the way of somewhat less soul-shaking familiarities. With her glorious young breasts he did now as he pleased. And life-for Marion-became a succession of thrills which made her tremble and sigh and sometimes moan in the ardor which he awakened in the recesses of her tingling body.

Her lips and her bosom shared now the contact of his sensual mouth, and always she hugged and kissed him heatedly when his voracious lips drifted upward from their fair pastures below to grip and to hold hers. Their tongues writhed and licked in serpentine juncture and the shaking girl, moaning with the innocent lechery which this mutual caress always awakened in her, was too intent upon its joys to note clearly how one of his hands feasted here and there upon her body while their tongues were playing and their lips clinging and sucking.

Every bit of her exquisite form he visited thus. And though her scant suit still clung in some places, he was unhampered by any fabric on her lovely legs and bust and belly.

It was with a panting regret that she released his neck from her clinging, warm arms when he manifested the desire to feast his maddening lips again upon her body. Her breasts almost ached with the straining delight of his kisses and lickings and of the soft suction which he applied every little while to the rigid coral treasures of her nipples. She was gurgling, panting, rolling at last from the immense passion and thwarted desires which arose from the caverns where they had slept. “Oh-o-o-o-o-o-h-God in heaven!” she wailed softly a last. “I think you are killing me with pleasure, Stanley, darling! I can’t stand it-I can’t, I can’t. It makes me ache to be wicked, wicked-to pretend I’m your wife, to be your wife, your-your anything! You don’t want me this way, Stanley, you want me to be still your decent sister. This is-oh, unspeakably lovely-but it makes me bad, bad, bad!”

The long silence which ensued upon Marion’s quavering protests was broken only by the rasping sighs of the man and the softer and more plaintive sighs of the maiden. She now felt that her short lifetime of modesty and aloofness from carnal impulses had been transformed into burning, unformulated desires which wracked her. She realized that little by little her scant apparel was gradually slipping yet farther downward. Her arms had been entirely freed of the fabric now, the arm holes withdrawn over her hands. Upon a cream belly masculine fingers took a delicate pleasure.

For Stanley had so ensconced himself now between the extended and naked legs that he lay directly upon her body, and Marion was victim of the atavistic and age-old fires which burn within the human female when made to serve as bed for the male.

For an instant he knelt on the sand between the widely parted legs of the lass, and the instant sufficed for him to peel his bathing shirt over his head.

Marion, without opening her eyes, gasped as he lay once more upon her. For now she could feel clearly the mingling of their naked torsos, and the magical effect of the contact of their skins, of their bared bellies, led the girl, as well as the man, into ecstatic delight.

She shivered and clung to his neck as, relieving her of the weight she already adored to feel upon her body, he swept her breasts, her velvet belly, with his own nudity. With gently fumbling fingers he pressed still farther downward the crumpled band of silk which still clad Marion and also the short trunks which constituted all his own remaining attire. And it was upon the full, wee mound of her sex, upon the uncovered grove of silken ringlets which adorned that mound, that he pressed now not only the crisp forest of his own secrecies but the naked and rampant rod which had already fired the girl to frenzy and threatened the utter rout of her chastity.

Between her legs she felt the light swaying of a sack whose nature she did not fully comprehend. And, even though a slip of silk still covered her wee cleft, it seemed to her that she felt the heat of that naked sack through the fabric.

Relying upon the trembling, weakened state of his young sister-in-law-conscious that she now shared his own fires to the full even in her ignorance and innocence-Stanley crouched over her somewhat higher and offered himself the sensual joy rubbing his huge erection over the tender, heaving young belly.

But with this maddening contact savored to the full, the appalled instincts of all her native purity collected their forces for one effort more in behalf of chastity. To Marion this would mean only one thing: she was to be used-nay, she was being used-as a woman is used by a man.

“Spare me, spare me!” she half-sobbed, and, writhing beneath his covering body, she managed the supreme effort necessary to turn herself upon her face.

“Why, you silly, sweet, darling little wretch!” cried Stanley and he fell upon the white satin of her bared back with gentler kisses as he sensed more fully her dismay. “Did you actually think I was going to be false to my pledge when you have so loyally sustained yours? You’re shivering, blessed baby: What did you think I was going to do to you?”

“I thought-oh, I thought you were going to-take me!” quavered Marion, her golden head buried in her arms. “When you had us both all bare that way.”

“Never!” he cried impulsively.

And then he modified his pledge: “That is, never unless both you and Mildred actually urge it and unless your sister agrees that it will do no harm for you to have the pre-marital experience that so many of our unwedded girls have had.”

She gave a little choked cry. “Then it will be never,” she quavered. “But, Stanley, how can you keep referring to all this as merely ‘kissing’ when you know very well that you-that we-are acting most atrociously?”