Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

She sprang up, facing him now, backing slowly against her bed in alarm, seeing all his nakedness with glazed eyes.

With a mighty effort he took himself in hand sufficiently to smile and dispel her fear of unspeakable disaster. “I was just teasing you,” he said. “I’ll be reasonable, Edith, and so must you be. Here-as long as you have touched, find out all about me.”

Slowly the apprehension in the dark eyes and reddened face of the seventeen-year-old died away. Reclining now on her bed once more, and mindless now of the betrayal of her person by the scant apparel she wore, she yielded ashamedly to the glowing temptation which his rigid virility proffered so seductively.

Handling and petting the stalwart, inflamed member in a way which almost banished his self-control once again, the maiden cooed over it and even laid her soft, burning cheek against it. A great and inexplicable desire came over her. “Don’t look for a moment, Herbie,” she begged. “I just want to see how it seems to-“

As he humored her, with eyes averted, he felt her lovely lips upon the shining knob of his sex in a kiss.

“I-I know it’s horrid of me” she breathed faintly, her face scarlet as he looked down upon her once more. “But I just felt I-I w-wanted to.”

“It’s not horrid,” he denied. “It’s wonderful of you-it’s glorious! You do love to play with it, don’t you, Edith, even if you are afraid of getting married?”

For answer another timid kiss was pressed upon his member, this time just below the knob, and the fascinated girl did not try to avoid his eyes. “Listen, dearest sister,” he whispered. “Just for this once-it can never happen again in our lives-let us lie in each other’s arms, naked. Just for an hour-for ten minutes, Edith,” he coaxed as she shrank from this further yielding.

He sensed the fear of the ultimate sacrifice, of the abnormal and irretrievable conjunction, which made the maiden shrink and falter in spite of her inflamed state. “No, no-not that!” he disclaimed. “I will do you no harm-on the contrary. But think, dearest girl, all our lives long hereafter we can carry in our minds images of each other as we really are, unclad and happy together. It will be a secret which nobody can ever pry from us-all our own.”

She cast a bare arm over her face in a trembling silence which could mean only assent to the temptation which overpowered her. But she shrank when he returned from his own adjoining room as naked as a young faun, his male organ erect and swaying.

“Off with the pretty nightie, Edith,” he said quaveringly. “We’re to be just ourselves, you know.”

Half-rising, she let him draw the garment over her head. “But it’s a fearful an unspeakable thing that we’re doing, Herbie!” she moaned softly. “And you won’t-you won’t-oh, you will restrain yourself-won’t you!”

Nude and in each other’s embrace, they quivered and sighed and trembled in growing ecstasy at this full-length contact of their young and ardent bodies. In actual experience, Herbert, peculiarly perhaps-was as lacking as his sister. But the pressure of their naked bodies, their more and more fervid kisses, the rubbing of bared bellies and of swollen member upon fleshy mound, the twining of their legs and arms, all these wrought each to the point of madness.

The girl panted and heaved against the boy and it was all he could do to unwind himself from her embrace. Moving nimbly over the bed, he kissed his sister from head to toe, omitting no part of her, fore or aft, in his multiple caresses of lips and fingers. Edith writhed and gasped and moaned with delight beneath this torrid shower.

And suddenly, as he knelt beside her shivering body, the maiden reached in trembling passion for the turgid column which sprang from his mid-region. He let her have her way, curious now as well as eager to see just to what tenderness her instinct would guide her. She drew him gently by the sceptre of his sex. He half-couched over her flushed face.

She toyed lovingly with her new acquaintance with all her licentious fingers for a minute. And then, with a small moan, she pressed it once more to her lips in a long and fervent kiss.

“I know-at least, I suppose-that I’m being terribly unnatural!” she whispered shakily. “But-really-it is so lovely and dear-this big naked thing-and, since I positively refuse ever to have one of them inside me, why shouldn’t I-pet it just a little in other ways?”

“Do what you like, Edith,” he murmured huskily. “I love to feel your lips on me there.”

He shrouded her shame and her blushes with his curving body to encourage her, for this boy had an instinct that a caress he had only vaguely heard of was brewing for him in the craving of this pure and ignorant maiden who was his sister.

As the train shot through the Iowa night, this youthful pair of incestuous sweethearts had no conception whatever of location or time or of anything save the pleasure which coursed through their beings. Swayed by instinct and perverse lechery Edith Allison, Chicago’s greatest of youthful heiresses and a future debutante of national note-licked and sucked her brother’s member.

In her feverish delight she resented his gasping and then his withdrawal, and she fought to restrain her treasure.

“But-I would have spent, Edith, in another instant, right in your darling mouth,” he explained tremulously.

“Does that matter-d-does it?” she cried tearfully. I wouldn’t have cared-I was so happy!”

And suddenly she was in a convulsion of wild and unsatiated passion. She moaned and writhed and flogged the bed with her arms.

He lay upon her to restrain her from rolling from the narrow bed. Under the pressure of his nudity upon her own, the girl slowly recovered from her spasm and lay beneath him, shaking and sighing.

“Edith,” he whispered. “Let us try-how far this thing will go in without hurting you.”

“Oh-oh, my God-it wouldn’t go in at all-not a particle, Herbie!” she cried. “See-I can’t get my fingers anywhere near around it!”

“Just try” he coaxed.

“Well, if you like, though I’m sure that it can’t be even started,” she consented.

It was the desire to make a very small and delicate target more prominent rather than any experience which led the youth to thrust a pillow beneath the girl’s buttocks before essaying to bring their sexes into contact. Too greatly heated to mind any indelicacy now, Edith raised her knees and parted her plump thighs widely to his touches.

Even though the disproportion between spear and sheath did seem to both of them to make penetration almost if not quite out of the question, they pursued for several minutes experiments which resulted in immense sensations for each. Her breathing bated and being at first filled with apprehension, Edith kept sighing that he should “not go too far” and then that he should not stop “because it f-feels s-so v-very g-good.”

“It’s in a little way-I can see how the lips of your slit cling all about its tip,” he whispered. “Don’t worry, Edith. I just want to see if I can push the knob inside. Does it feel good to you too?”

“Glorious!” she gasped. “Oh, Herbie, g-glorious! But I’m frightened-for you might break something-and r-ruin m-me!”

Suddenly she moaned, and, shaking in every fiber under his body, she stared with wide eyes into his. Slowly the terror died from her gaze and in its place was a look of sheer ecstasy.

“Oh-o-o-oh-I think that big head went inside!” she quavered. “It-it st-stretches me awfully-but how marvelous it f-feels!”

He verified her belief as to the miraculous entrance of the widest portion of his instrument. His breath came in great gulps and in his reddened face was growing that look of the young animal which had so startled Edith on previous occasions and had always been accompanied by increased lustful passion on his part.