Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

“Kissing-and spooning-and a little petting-“ he maintained. “Just a sweet, feverish enjoyment for both of us and with no evil effect whatever.”

He was gloating over the silken expanse of her small and perfect back and shoulders. For the maiden was nude to the loins in the rear as she had been in front.

He kissed the smooth skin in a dozen spots. His lips lay tenderly on the dimples which were revealed just above the crumpled fabric of the bathing suit. His palms smoothed the white, soft sides. And Marion, sighing and vibrating anew, had no word of expostulation.

Suddenly he saw her tremble violently and heard her moan softly. And he noted that his swaying member was touching ever and again her exquisite flesh and that the effect of this recognizable contact was maddening to the girl.

Raising the elastic cord of his trunks, he covered his virility. “As I told you,” he whispered,” kisses may be applied with more than the lips-with tender fingers, with skin touching skin. And you must not be too quick to blame yourself or both of us. For I tell you, precious sister, that such joys as we are sharing are indulged in with no qualms whatever by these cultured, highly bred young people of our set. Maidens and youths, young wives and husbands, have lain naked in each other’s arms in this very hollow in the moonlight and in many another spot on this beach. And they permit themselves ‘everything but that’ in the way of pleasures. And they take no thought whatever of whether it is their own mate or fiance who is with them, since a new body always has its added charm of mystery and delight.”

“Stanley, dearest, it’s inconceivable, what you tell me!” cried the maiden. “But surely they must be very common wretches-in spite of a veneer of refinement!”

“Not at all,” he declared. “They are what we are accustomed to regard as the flower of our civilization, for you know that none but a chosen few can even get into this colony. But they simply decline to be bound any longer by rigid conventions which have deprived us of many many, hours of happy dalliance in the past.”

“Yet certainly,” she argued, turning her lovely flushed face sideways to allow him a quick kiss upon her lips as his snuggling mouth mutely quested it, “certainly they cannot always restrain themselves-can they-from-from actual unfaithfulness to marriage vows or to betrothal pledges?”

He smiled, just a shade grimly.

“They cannot,” he admitted. “And this moon which is looking down on us now has seen things which would make mere marital infidelity seem as innocent as rosebuds by comparison. Infidelity is frequent, to be sure, but, since in the very next hollow in the sand, hubby may be doing likewise with wifey’s intimate friend, wifey fears no wracking reproach for giving herself entirely. But many of our friends (married or unmarried) pride themselves upon the fidelity and determination with which they have avoided normal penetrations of the body. Yet, in this avoidance, they succumb to perversities for the sake of the spasm, perversities which make the moon draw a cloud over its shining face and which would seem to you entirely incredible if I essayed to describe them.”

Marion shuddered but her imagination was unable to apprise her in the least of his meanings. It did not, nevertheless, fail to inform her gentle pressures had so lowered the suit beneath her loins in the rear that some inches of the crevice between her buttocks must be very indecently revealed, for his lips were straying between pauses in his words and she could feel a moist and very perturbing tongue softly licking along that shameful crack.

As she sent a small hand to repair the indelicate exposure in her rear, the slender wrist was gently grasped and the fingers rendered impotent, while, very slowly, the unveiling of the upper slopes of those snowy buttocks continued.

“I beg of you, Stanley, for the sake of heaven!” she cried softly. “Can’t you see that you are making me shudder with shame?”

“The shame, my darling, is an aphrodisiac-not that you are in need of one” he replied. Nevertheless, he refrained from further revelations of her almost denuded person-and he pillowed his cheek luxuriously upon the nearly naked backside.

Struggling for self-control, Marion ended by tacitly acquiescing in being thus used as a pillow, while her soft thighs and her silken back were gently caressed by his wandering fingers. “But surely you and Mildred, at least,” she murmured as remembered his previous amazing disclosures, “do not yield to these shameful promiscuities.”

“Mildred is a young and adorable rogue,” he said. “She loves to pester and excite these young chaps by showing this and that, usually as if by chance, and then smiling cooly upon them when they manifest agitation. Her marvelous breasts-worthy rivals even of yours, Maro-almost broke up a social gathering the other day when she showed them playfully, offering me non-existent sustenance from them.”

“My dear!” gasped Marion. “I should think you would have expired of shame and indignation-and have beaten her or something.”

“That cave-mannish stuff is a bit outmoded,” smiled her brother-in-law. “Though Mildred enjoys a simulacrum of it at times. And she is nothing loath to whack me sometimes in a little game she has invented in which I play the role of her child instead of her husband, until a certain moment in the proceedings. There are girls here, though, who like nothing so much as to be shamefully and painfully flogged under condition of the utmost possible indecency-and by persons with no right whatever over them.”

“Good heavens, I certainly can’t comprehend that!” cried the maiden. “Did you speak to Mildred about what we were talking of yesterday-letting that Gerry Crandall into her boudoir, I mean and letting him raise her bare foot to kiss it, exposing her terribly while doing so?”

“I did,” replied Stanley placidly. “And we both laughed heartily about the way in which his eyes had bulged and his face reddened and-well-another symptom of his state which was quite manifest.”

Silence fell once again, but a silence speedily punctuated by husky girlish protests. “Stanley, Stanley, you seem to have sworn to make me faint with sheer shame! What a place to kiss-right-right between there! Yes, I know I said you could kiss me, but I never thought you would be so low and vulgar as-“

He murmured indistinct words which Marion barely caught. “Yes-I do love your kisses-there, I’ve admitted it!” she panted. “But-to open me this way-in such a spot-and to lay your lips there-and-and use your tongue too! It makes me wild-I could faint with shame!”

Again-with his voice muffled by the abundant flesh which masked it as he perversely explored with face and lips and tongue the rosy valley between the lovely buttocks which his fingers parted, Stanley murmured something.

“Well, yes,” she assented again. “Perhaps it’s more than just shame that moves me. I know-I c-can-h-hardly-t-talk! Oh, God, Stanley, let me up! If you don’t s-stop this m-minute, I’ll g-get up and r-run away! Stanley, Stanley, Oh, God, you’ve pulled off my suit entirely! I’m naked, naked!”

With a gasping wail, Marion’s voice trailed off into a series of panting sighs. But her backward-thrust hands battled to pry from her rear mounds the male face and the tongue which was just now engaged in an activity upon a rosy and crinkled nook between them.

“I vow, Maro,” he said thickly, as he raised his head a mere inch, “if you keep on struggling I shall promptly roll you over and you know what I shall see then!”

“No, no-for the sake of heaven-no!” stammered the beleaguered girl. “But, Stanley, I think you’ve gone crazy to kiss and lick me in such a place!”