Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

The girl’s blood was drumming in her temples. Ever since she had first seen this pillar distending his scant garment-ever since she had felt it bearing upon her in their first embraces, ever since she had so unwarily touched for an instant its smooth tip beneath his trunks, and especially ever since she had borne its rampant nakedness upon her back and had been moved to caress it hotly with her skin, a longing akin to an obsession had smoldered within her being, a longing to touch this majestic affair again and more prolongedly, a longing to acquaint herself with it.

She smothered a shamed, excited feeling as she surrendered her other arm and hand to such intimate exploration as he seemed to wish to enforce upon her fingers. The fingers which he laid upon the base of the thicket from which sprouted the oak of his virility were warm and trembling in his clasp. He coiled them about the root of the shaft, which they could not encompass wholly. Her immense agitation-the rush of color to the one soft, oval cheek which he could see-delighted him.

“No, no-no, Stanley-don’t make me-please-I can’t stand it!” she panted softly.

“Nonsense, lassie, you have a right to know how a man is constructed,” he whispered. “It’s nothing to get so upset about.”

Patting her white behind with one hand, he took the tips of her fingers with his other hand. He caused her thus to investigate his dangling testicles, all the hairy realm of his sex. And then he led her hand again to the scepter which so dismayed and enticed her.

With unruffled, irregular breathing, with face still gagged and masked by her arm, Marion now become excitedly enterprising on her own behalf. With soft fingertips she took cognizance of this marvelous plant upwards from its roots.

“Oh-o-o-o-oh-it’s impossible-one couldn’t stand it!” she said in a smothered whisper as she touched the swollen sex timidly just beneath its great knob. “And it’s even bigger up here! Did you really do that to Mildred? I should think it would have killed her! Did she have to go to bed for weeks and weeks, and have doctors after the first time?”

“She went to bed pretty frequently-not always in the night time either-but not because of damage done by this prick or because of any aversion to its function.” he said with a smile. “Pr-rick?” stammered Marion wonderingly.

And then her visible cheek turned scarlet. “What a horrid, horrid word. I remember now-I heard a wretched girl say it and then, when she saw I didn’t understand, she insisted on explaining it to me. But a nicer name is-well-manhood-isn’t it?”

“As you like,” he conceded with a chuckle. “But you’ll be calling such an article ‘ducky darling’ and ‘mother’s pet’ and even far less decorous words after you are wedded.”

“I certainly will not!” she maintained stoutly, and he took note that one eye was now half-visible through long lashes that fluttered, as the fair head turned ever so slightly and almost involuntarily toward him. “Because,” she went on dreamily as she fingered with a sort of tender consternation the smooth knob, thereby causing him sensations which she was unaware of but which gave him much ado in the matter of restraining an outburst of lechery which would have dismayed her, “because I’m never going to marry-so there! If you think I’m going to submit myself to such torment as an object like this could inflict, you are very much mistaken, Stanley Cochrane! And I certainly cannot understand how Mildred-why, she must be abnormal-or else I am-in construction, I mean.”

He laughed and called her “baby,” which, with the caresses of her body with both his hands now, she accepted without resentment, too absorbed as she was in her digital exploits to find more than increased pleasure in his endearments and his touches on her naked person.

“Mildred is built about like you, and I speak with some authority since I’ve seen you both quite intimately,” he went on. “I tell you, Maro, that if you two lay side by side, with everything veiled except your rosy-lipped little cunts, it would be pretty hard to decide which was which, in spite of the warm hospitality which your lovely sister has so often afforded me.”

“Oh-oh!” protested Marion in a strangled voice. “How can you use such vulgar words, Stanley, and how can you remind me of the disgraceful way in which you have viewed my body!”

But her eyes were bright as it flashed upon her suddenly what she held in her lithe, caressing fingers. The lashes drooped once more as she noted that he was observing her act, and the flush deepened on her cheek and brow and temple.

“If you are still incredulous,” he murmured, “I have no doubt that Mildred would willingly let you see how commodiously and rapturously she houses this standard.”

“Oh, how perfectly unspeakable!” said the startled Marion. “Why, I should never dare to look and I’m sure that she would be revolted to the soul to permit it!”

She had raised her lovely, flaming face as she spoke and, when she would have sunk it again into her arm, he caught her tenderly beneath the chin. “For five minutes, Maro,” he murmured, “you have been wanting and trying to look boldly upon my body. Let’s have no more of that bashful fear of making your quite natural interest manifest.”

“I-I didn’t want to be-any more brazen than I was already being-“ she faltered.

Her lids drooped over startled eyes which had just caught full sight of the great column of flesh to which her fingers still clung. The white lids arose partway and the girl peered through her lashes. And suddenly the gray eyes were wide and entranced upon the masculinity of the man.

“Oh-oh, my heavens!” cried Marion wildly. “How huge, how white and rosy! Are they all this way, Stanley? If so, you can be quite certain I shall never marry! Not even my fingers made me realize how tremendous it is!”

Writhing in eager convolutions she revealed her round breasts-once again, the nipples rosey because of being ground into the soft sand. The maiden strove to get her other hand upon the fascinating monster. Yet she wailed in a new shame as he facilitated her purpose by overturning her.

“Stanley, Stanley, I’m quite naked!” Oh, don’t look at me. Let me lie on my face again!” she gasped.

“You lie quite still-until your old brother can see fully what an adorable sister his Mildred has brought to him,” he commanded. “If it comes to that, there is such a thing as reciprocity and I’m peeled down to my real self too. Lie quite flat, little darling-stop shivering-and let me see this beard of dark gold, blessed little grove of silk. Part your legs, sweetness-yes, I know I’ve seen already but not exactly like this, not all your glorious nakedness at once.”

In an infinity of shame and in a gentle fever of growing pleasure too, Marion made him the complete sacrifice of her modesty which he demanded. Hands cast to either side and fingers curled into wee fists, she submitted to his ecstatic examination.

Not even when, breathing excitedly, he allowed his hands as well as his eyes every liberty of access and petted and kissed her from head to little bare toes did she stage any revolt now. She screwed her eyes tightly shut at first and her exquisite bust rose and fell with her agitated breathing. But, as he pursued his luxurious examination and made nudity the pasture of his warm lips and his ardent fingers, her eyes opened. With a shy delight she observed the admiration and pleasure to which her nakedness had given birth. With a wilder delight she watched fascinatedly the increased turbulence of his swaying member, its almost purple and shining knob, its almost palpitation, as he knelt to lean above her.

And now a small hand stole forth to resume a lascivious and, this time, uninvited possession of the strutting and superb virility. Kneeling upward, he allowed her to clutch with both hands once more his sexual regions. He noted the fitful breathing of the shaken girl, her gasping sighs and the light convulsions which ever and again shook her white body. He felt his own passions again reach the danger point. Quickly he rose to his feet and caught her up likewise.