Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

The naked sisters were hugging fondly now. And, some ten feet away, lying in the sand, a young man was half-frantic with mixed feelings in which the infinite lust which he had thought to banish was predominant.

God-two young glories, if ever there were any! And this maiden in whom he had fancied a soul mate was quite the most adorable sight now that he had ever seen! Fancy-stark naked with her brother-in-law and sister! How they must have been working upon her girlish modesty as well as her passion during her short stay with them to bring her to this stage of yielding! And all this talk of even greater liberties which seemed to have broken loose in the intimacy of their home life.

Herbert’s head was in a whirl. If there was just the least trace of regret that this maiden whom he had set down as the lone white lamb amid all these attractive black sheep should have accepted-for family consumption, at least-standards so licentious and so obviously wholly novel to her, this regret and this disillusionment were drowned in a vast and voluptuous delight as he saw Marion thus nude and thus suggestively writhing in her sister’s wanton embrace.

For Mildred, a golden little bacchante in the moonlight, was moved to lascivious adventure. Undeterred by the presence of her husband, she was softly drawing between her rosy lips one of her sister’s coral nipples.

“Have a little suck, Stanley,” she called, raising her flushed face momentarily. “They’re too sweet for words. She’s as torrid as a furnace already, the dear!”

The brown-haired and robust Stanley was at the side of the entwined girls. Ashamedly Marion was making a feeble effort to break away from Mildred-Herbert noticed that. But he saw, too, how she trembled and cast her flushed and lovely face upward in the moonlight and he observed how she succumbed, sighing and moaning, when each of her superb breasts knew the caresses of a pair of wanton lips.

“Oh-for God’s sake!” gasped Marion. “I just knew it would be this way if we got our suits off!”

“Be quiet, baby,” panted Mildred. “You love it-you know you do!”

“Well-but-out here on the sand-where anyone may c-come along!” wailed Marion softly. “This would create a scandal even in this wild set. And you squeeze me so between you-and maul my breasts-it’s enough to set a g-girl w-wild!”

Two arms were about her neck. A male hand played upon her snowy buttocks. A feminine hand smoothed her heaving belly.

“Oh-o-o-o-o-h” gasped Marion. “I can’t stand it-I shall do s-something disgraceful! I f-feel so-Let’s bathe, please”

“She is terribly shaky,” murmured Mildred. “Perhaps we’d all better cool off in the water. Now then, darling, open your legs and let us both pet your dear little cunt for a minute. You and I will just play with Stan’s great stiff engine and then we’ll all take to the water.”

Under the gleaming eyes of the shaking and tremendously agitated Herbert this scene of incredible lechery and perversity was staged. And, strangely, the young master of millions found himself even more attracted towards the maid who thus yielded, with a sort of ingenuous lust, to the overpowering enticements with which she was surrounded than he had been when he had conceived of her as more innocent and less informed. Every nerve in his body strained toward this sensual semi-innocence which he found adorable.

His sex rampant, all his fibers aroused as never before, he had the queer feeling, as he saw the naked trio melt into the misty light of the rippling lake, that something of his own was being walked off with there, that a cool, sardonic appropriation of his most cherished treasure was being made. It was a feeling akin to the resentment he had so unreasonably felt when he had heard-and, with his mind’s eye, seen-his pretty sister possessed in the marital bed. That all his sentiments in the matter were irrational he knew at bottom, and yet he had to restrain himself, shaking with an almost demonic lust, from pounding after the vanishing trio and grasping Marion.

Herbert was as near to lunacy at this moment as ever a hard-headed fellow may be. His whole body was shot with rays of heat, which seemed to dance visibly before his wild eyes, as he stumbled back over the path he had come.

It was apparently fated that this night should be one of continued wracking episodes. For, as Herbert paused stealthily at the door leading from Edith’s and Henry’s chamber into the corridor, with the rather ignoble idea of tormenting himself lusciously by listening again for any repetition of their earlier carnal raptures, the door opened. Light flooded the corridor. In the doorway appeared the blond Henry Hamilton in his pajama jacket, his stalwart legs bare.

“What the hell!” observed Henry. “Oh, it’s you, old chap. I thought I heard a noise and, as it’s well after midnight, I thought an investigation in order.”

The door was swung wide. Over the shoulder of his host, Herbert’s eyes were caught-and held-by the vision of his naked sister upon the bed. Her tumbled nightgown lay in the middle of the floor where one of the pair had tossed it.

Edith lay sleeping deeply, outstretched on her back. Her full breasts, tipped with coral, arose and fell regularly. The glossy darkness of her thick and curling genital beard moved lightly, too, with her breathing, and her plump and shapely thighs were parted.

Herbert was hypnotized, quite unable to consider how his behavior might appear to this brother-in-law of his, who had been his one-time companion. His eyes were one dark glow and they were fixed upon the bed, which the informally clad Henry had just abandoned. He was shivering, his face a dull red.

“Are you sick, man?” queried Henry in a low voice.

Still no word came from Herbert’s constricted throat. Slowly there appeared upon Henry’s features, as he turned his eyes towards the bed, where he had left a lovely wife so completely exposed, and then looked once again upon the absorbed eyes and the shaking form of his friend, a queer little smile.

“Come in and have a little drink, old fellow,” he invited. “You look to me as if you need a shot. Be rather still, if you don’t mind, for Edith is asleep after going on rather a rampage. Hell, the little hussy has kicked off the bedclothes again, bless her heart! You won’t mind, Herbert. It’s hot, you know, and I suppose a brother may see his sister without its constituting high treason.”

He closed the door behind them. His guest looked for the first time fully at his brother-inlaw.

“God-but she’s lovely!” he whispered thickly.

“You’re damned right!” acceded Henry, already pouring whiskey from a decanter. He waved the intruder to a chair.

“Cursed few girls with her fullness of flesh who are built so beautifully,” went on her proud husband softly. “Tiptoe over there-she’s dead asleep-and take a right good look while you’re about it. I’d be silly to be jealous of your seeing her this way. Though, by God, I’m surprised you haven’t seen her many a time. I used to spy out chances to see my two older sisters naked, and, believe me, I was well repaid for the bother!”

“Listen, Hank, I don’t know whether I can stand this!” whispered Herbert hoarsely.

He had stumbled to the bedside and propped himself with outstretched hand on the sheet to curb his shakiness at seeing the nudity so near to his eyes.

“Nonsense, man! Have another drink. You’re overwrought. Take your private view all you like,” murmured the hospitable Henry. “Jeez, you have got a swell hard-on, haven’t you? I had one earlier but I put it to death with much joy. But damned if the silly thing hasn’t popped up again!”

And grinningly he made manifest the basis of his statement.