Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

“Well, sweet little Eve” he said, smiling at her and supporting her beneath the arms as she swayed.

“Oh, it’s paradise-it’s Eden!” she whispered huskily as she clung to him. “But, Adam, it’s forbidden fruit. I cannot deceive myself on that point no matter what sweet, consoling things you say. Imagine being naked, stark naked, with a naked man and doing all these wicked, marvelous things! And you the husband of my own sister which makes it all the worse really because it seems like a disloyalty on the part of both of us.”

“You’re better informed, better prepared to cope with life and sex and what they bring than you were two hours ago, aren’t you, dear?” he asked gently as he saw that those gray legions of conscience and purity were again active within her. “And, as for disloyalty, I assure you that if your sweet sister were to come upon us now she would smile delightedly and probably insist upon giving you at once the spectacle of those further pleasures which you know only by vague report.”

If Marion-who knew that her sister enjoyed seeing her hug and kiss most informally with Stanley and sit in his lap and spoon quasi-fraternally-needed evidence of the extent to which Mildred was willing to go in establishing the intimacy of all the household and in making the newcomer feel “at home,” she had such evidence afforded almost cruelly on the morning following the episodes just narrated.

After donning their bathing suits and beach robes, Marion had returned to the bungalow with her brother-in-law. Hand in hand and almost in silence they walked. And, as they entered Mildred looked up with a rosy smile from her magazine. “Two old spoonies!” she commented affectionately as she kissed each of them. “Did they have a nice naughty time, then, and are they all hot and bothered?”

Marion, confused and blushing, shrank a little under her sister’s meaningful smiles and tender kiss. Her lips worked nervously as she returned the caress and Stanley, observing her closely while he smiled significantly at his wife, had the notion that the maiden was struggling between nervous tears and an impulse to blurt out to Mildred the burden of her conscience, which grew the greater in face of the tender greeting.

Mildred noted her state too and she was not without observing that there was still a considerable protrusion in the fore parts of her spouse’s scant garb. She smiled at Stanley rosily and shook a finger at him silently. Then she hurried to stay the outbursts which she sensed as bubbling to the lovely lips of Marion.

“Kiss big brother goodnight and thank him for a sweet petting,” she directed. “Tell him how happy it made you, and I’ll tell him-and show him-later how happy it makes me to have my two dearest ones very, very fond of each other. Good Lord, Marion, is that the best you can do by way of a goodnight embrace with our Stanley? Here, let me show you how it’s done, and watch closely for your fiance-to-be will expect to be treated like this.”

“Maro was pretty nice about it out there on the dunes,” said Stanley mischievously. “She brought what seemed like a genuine enthusiasm to bear.”

Her beautiful face suffused, Marion gave him a glance midway between reproach and consternation. “We-we did-the most naughty things, Mildred,” she began.

“Naughty-but very nice, I have no doubt,” said her sister hurriedly, much preferring to get the details from the lips of Stanley later on and foreseeing, too, a scene of tears and despair if the over-conscientious Marion were permitted to get underway. “Now-this is the way to hug your big, new brother, to make him enjoy it as he should,” she added.

In the strong arms of her husband, she clung to him with a very genuine heat. Their arms about each other in an embrace which grew more and more convulsive, they kissed fervently and warmly. Their bodies ground together. With the motions which an expert “hostess” in a dancing-den employs to “work up” the passions and the sex of her partner, Mildred ground her belly against Stanley’s and then parted her kimono-covered thighs to the intrusion of his knee.

Sinking into a chair weakly, Marion watched the pair. She was turning rosy again as she noted each episode in the “example” set by her sister. Since Stanley had dropped his beach robe, and since Mildred was so scantily clad, too, that bare calves and even white thighs gleaned from the silken folds of the rich kimono of brown as she swayed amorously with the man, the scene could hardly rate as seemly even when construed as the connubial caress of a fond pair.

Mildred’s face-since she just reached to her husband’s broad shoulders when facing him thus-was upturned to such a yoking of their lips as affected not only the participants but the spectator with little thrills. And, as their lips slowly parted for an inch or two, Mildred allowed her pink tongue to become visible.

Delicately, warmly, lasciviously, she licked the mouth of the man. Her darting tongue worked. its way between the lips, which he mischievously kept lightly compressed, and then the twining, licking tongues appeared to Marion’s view.

“Ah, old pet,” said Stanley, “that is a wake-up potion rather than a go-to-sleep caress. But I’m grieved to have to tell you that you are not taking possession of a virgin mouth and tongue. For this precious Marion turns out to be not only a bird at this tongue kiss but so unscrupulous that she has already deflowered my innocent self in this respect.”

“I did not!” wailed his sister-in-law ashamedly. “At least-I only did what I was told to do.”

“Why, you wicked young devil!” said the delighted Mildred. “Show me this minute how you have perverted this poor chaste man. Or, rather, come here and help me subdue him. We will kiss him together and we’ll kiss him so that he will stay kissed.”

She had to tug the backward-hanging Marion to the spot where stood the smiling Stanley. And she had to coo encouragement to the younger girl and set her the warmest of examples for a moment.

And then the man knew the rather extraordinary experience of yielding his lips and mouth and tongue to four soft and lovely lips, to two rosy mouths and to two pink and gliding tongues, while four naked and comely arms embraced his neck.

On tiptoe, both girls clung to him swayingly, softly rubbing their bodies against his on either side. With bent head and protruding tongue, Stanley enjoyed the play of two warm tongues upon his own. His reciprocated, his tongue darting from one mouth to the other.

At times all three tongues were in conjunction, the two girls crowding their flushed little faces against his and letting their tongues play impartially upon whatever they could reach.

Three disorderly and panting breathings were all that was audible in the broad hall which served as living room. But suddenly Mildred caught sight of an object which inspired her to one of her sensually jocose banterings.

“Shame on you, Stanley Cochrane!” she said. “Just a wee bit of a community kiss and you are right up in the air! Have the goodness to remain halfway decent with us two innocents, will you?”

And with her person-but in a way which called the attention of the blushing Marion to the strutting object which seemed trying to tear its way out of the narrow confines of the man’s bathing trunks-Mildred gave a certain concealment to the inordinate erection, which her husband could not in any wise control under the circumstances.

She rolled upon it lusciously as a preliminary to making a more regal use of it upstairs later on. And the shrinking Marion, who had turned as if to flee yet could not restrain from looking over her bare shoulder, saw her sister advance a naked leg from her fluttering kimono, revealing in the process that simply a brief chemise clad her under the negligee and rub that libidinous prominence with her snowy thigh.