Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

“It was a naked bathing party,” said the young man slowly. “And what they said and did. And it included a girl I would have sworn didn’t know the difference between a prick and a cucumber.”

“Ha!” breathed Edith. “It must have been his precious Marion. Oh, yes, don’t think I haven’t noticed what a hit she has made with you. She is a darling too. Who was with her? I’m rather surprised myself that she should consent to bathe naked.”

“It was her sister and young Cochrane,” responded her brother.

“Consider my surprise withdrawn,” retorted Edith. “Why, Stan Cochrane is a young bull, isn’t he, Henry? And Mildred is a sweetly complacent wife as well as about as hot a sketch as there is at Michigan Dunes. She’d have Stanley enjoying her young sister in a thousand ways even if Marion had been a nun when she came here, which she almost was. Yet I see no occasion for getting overwrought over the family bathing party. Why, we’ve had as many as twenty naked persons at one time here-and in the daytime too, sometimes-and of assorted families at that. Sometimes I wonder, Herbie, whether you haven’t stood still as regards the ways of our younger set while you were in the wilds in the way that Marion has in her Pacific Coast seclusion. And for heaven’s sake don’t blame that kid for letting her sister and her brother-in-law scrape some prudery off her.”

“Blame her! I don’t blame anybody” averred Herbert stoutly. “I haven’t been living in a monastery myself, you know.”

“So-s-so-o-o-o-h-so Henry s-says!” gasped his sister, slipping her plump charming thighs about him and planting her feet on his hard bottom. “Mind you, Herbie, if you move in me again like that I shan’t be able to talk in the least!”

“Well, then, don’t squeeze my prick like that or I shall certainly have to get busy!” he returned. “No, I had no notion of getting sore even if it had been any of my business, which it wasn’t, because this beautiful and well-bred kid bathed that way with her folks. But when they convinced her to allow them to handle her little slit, and when she consented to join Mildred in playing with the man’s tool-and what a whale he’s got, bigger than mine-well, I guess I did go a trifle batty. I admit I was jealous, all right. But it was a powerfully rousing scene, too. I had a terrific impulse to go after them and to drag her away and I’d have fucked her to a frazzle, virgin or no virgin, if I could have got hold of her! It seemed to me that she didn’t belong with them at all but with me, that I was being robbed of my rights!”

“And you’ve spoken to her just three times, I think,” smiled Henry.

“That has nothing to do with it,” responded Herbert impatiently. “I tell you there’s something between us that I can’t explain. But I was still in such a trance when I came back here that I hardly knew what I was about.”

“Do you know now?” laughed Henry, slapping him on the back.

And the slap served to put into fiery motion the pair which had been immobile during a conversation carried on under somewhat extraordinary conditions. For Herbert, gluing his body to that of his throbbing sister, once more stirred the lambent flames which she was restraining with difficulty.

With tremulous delight, she moved her body softly beneath him.

“Oh, God, why, it’s up to my heart!” she quavered. “Go on, Herbie, for God’s sake, fuck me, fuck me!”

With a hoarse little roar her brother went into action now, an action that was continuous and rhythmic and that was punctuated by ardent sighing ejaculations from Edith’s lips as a frenzied and ecstatic response was wrung from her body.

In a moment the glowing and frantic girl spent shiveringly, her feverish young spouse kissing her lips and her breasts. With his hand he checked Herbert’s movements until she could recover from her ecstatic spasm, for her brother, blind to everything save the bliss of their conjunction, did not even know that the passionate girl had preceded him in reaching the crisis.

In motion once more, Herbert’s great battering ram revelled in the tight, clinging warmth of the tissues which it strained. And Edith, her eyes rolled back in an infinite rapture that only this calibre of projectile could give her, swimming in a bliss such as she had never known even in her most glorious moments with her husband, was a frantic thing beneath him.

She bit at his shoulder, drawing him down to her with convulsive arms. She clawed at his flesh and she drummed with rosy heels upon his rear.

To all these demonstrations of the animalism which he had aroused, Herbert was obtruse and unheeding. She might have driven nails into his body now without causing him to pause or even falter in his long, rhythmic plunges and withdrawals. For his own animalism was feasting as never before, feasting on a banquet of which it had long dreamed hopelessly.

Edith spent again, crying out and plunging so furiously that her husband covered her mouth and looked anxiously at the opened windows. For, though quite willing that their bungalow neighbors should hear his wife’s exclamations of rapture or should even see her writhing in conjugal embrace, he was very much averse to putting her on display on this particular occasion.

And, as she spent, her brother groaned loudly again and shot his masculine milk within her body in jets that bade fair to spout forever. And Edith, feeling them, cried out sharply once more and fainted away.

When she came to her senses she was undergoing the tender, cleansing care of both her husband and a calmed and grateful brother in the bathroom. They carried her back to the bed on a chair of their hands, her arms about their necks. Her face was slowly regaining its accustomed fine color.

Herbert, satiated for the time being, yet sensually aroused still, lingered yet a while on the bed. He could never get enough of the splendid nudity of his sister, he thought, and her eyes devoured his body, too.

But, as the girl recovered her nervous equilibrium and as her still impassioned and unrelieved husband hugged and petted her amorously, she smiled a little ashamedly but wantonly and significantly at Herbert. It was clear to her that, having succumbed to the embraces of the one in presence of the other, the situation was about to be reversed. And it was clear, too, that her brother was quite willing to see this connubial indulgence and was in fact much excited by the prospect. For already his member was beginning to stir and to raise its head as he saw Henry rub his stiff organ on the woman’s flesh and suck her sensitive nipples at the same time.

And so, since not one of the trio failed to be heated all the more by the presence of both the others in these most intimate of moments, Herbert lingered to see his lovely sister possessed by her spouse.

He stood closely by as she spread wide her lovely legs to receive within her the familiar bliss-bringing visitor. She pushed up her bottom to engulf its turgid length, and, as she grabbed her lusty husband to her breasts and caught her feet behind his flanks to give him purchase, he commenced powerful shoves into her sensitive vitals. And Herbert leaned over to observe intently the effect of this carnal wrestling bout on his passionate sister. The radiant Edith’s breath came faster and was mingled with groans of bliss, as her eyes rolled heavenwards and dew collected about her warming lips, as her whole body writhed in sharply mounting ecstasy. Finally, with a wild flinging of her arms, she shrieked and gave way to convulsions in a long, drawn-out climax of her third delirious spending in the space of a few minutes.

It was a long time before Herbert could drift off into an uneasy sleep. And from that happy but restless sleep he was awakened within a couple of hours by a flood of light, and found the door between his own chamber and that of the spouses widely opened.