Anonumous: The prodigal virgin

He clasped her more closely, body to body. Her firm and exquisite young breasts were ground against his chest. Their thinly veiled abdomens were glued together. He heard the maiden gasp and saw her shiver and endeavor vainly to withdraw as she sensed against her person the effect of this “play” upon him.

“A-a forfeit-?” she murmured quaveringly. He saw her lovely gray eyes swimming now, lifted momentarily to his. And all her unconscious and shamed admission of her knowledge of the alteration in his person agitated him the more.

“First,” he said, “first you shall strip your other buttock completely with your own hands. I shall look down and see that you do it. And then you shall put your lovely arms about my neck and give me a nice, affectionate and sisterly kiss. Then you shall turn about and give me one good view-better than I’ve had yet-of your white rump.”

“You are a perfectly nasty wretch!” wailed Marion. “I looked forward to being an affectionate sister to you. But you have to bring shameful and terrible things into our relationship. I shall never, never come bathing with you again!”

“In which case,” he observed mildly, “off comes this wisp of a bathing suit entirely. And I shall see whether sister is like unto sister when unclad. And I shall see whether I have been reliably informed by one Mrs. Mildred Cochrane regarding the interesting point that her younger sister is perfect in all physical ways when naked-and that three wee brown moles dwell on her person in enviable retreats.”

“You-oh, you incredible monster” gasped Marion. “Once more she struggled in his grasp but since the sole outcome of this writhing was to imbed in the soft flesh of her belly a turbulent and swollen rigidity whose very heat and throbbing she could feel, she ceased her grinding movements with a choking, shamed exclamation. Her face was scarlet now, her eyes dimmed and her long-lashed fluttering visible.

“Monster? Monster-! Do I hear aright?” he cried. “Oh, what an insolent and irreverent generation is this which is growing up about us!”

The nervous fingers on his right hand ceased to pat gently the one nude buttock of the girl. They sank in wallowing delight into the soft flesh here and there. And then he raised his hand ominously above the maiden’s rear.

“Don’t-don’t you dare!” almost whispered Marion. “I could never endure that! Listen, Stanley, I’ll forgive everything and kiss you just as sweetly as I know how. But don’t make me do the other thing as you said!”

His hand swished downward. With a little cry she twisted her supple body to make the none-too-violent slap a mere glancing one to the side of her nude buttock and she reached her hands swiftly behind her to comply with his instructions.

Gloatingly, he looked downward as the white fingers drew the tenuous silk upward from the still-covered mound. Merely a little rope of twisted blue silk penetrating the vale between the hillocks remained as concealment.

“They’re simply lovely, Marion,” he whispered. “And now for the rest of your penance, my dear.”

On tiptoe she stood to surround his brawny neck with her naked, shapely, round arms. Half-blindly she proffered her rosy lips.

As his mouth took hers, both his broad palms came to rest upon the silken nudity of her bottom. He hugged her, fondly at first, and then, as carnality grew almost to madness in his frame, his fingers curled convulsively into their tender beds.

Bewildered and affrighted at the receptiveness of her own senses, Marion strove to withdraw her lips from a kiss which had ceased to have fraternal elements. Wholly inexperienced in amorous things, the maiden whispered dismayed and husky protests.

“Don’t Stanley. D-don’t handle m-me like that!” she pleaded. “Be the nice b-brother I’ve wanted!”

For his fingers were warm and pliant and more and more indiscreet upon the warmth and velvet of her nude behind. They slipped downward. They weighed the round mounds. They were penetrating, inquisitive, their tips vastly confusing in explorations which made Marion gasp and shudder and grind her thighs together to form a wholly futile barrier to one long and particularly adventurous middle finger.

Marion felt weakened by inexpressible agitation and with wrestling futile, gasped remonstrances which she could not even put in words. As she felt that masculine fingertip on the gauzily veiled sanctum of her sex, Marion could only shudder and lie against the bulwark of this physical strength which was being so boldly used for her discomfiture and agitation.

She raised dazed, gray eyes piteously to his in a mute plea for forbearance. But instantly his ardent lips were upon hers once more. She tried not to respond, and to wrest her mouth away.

Then she heard him whisper: “Darling, ah, but you’re so incredibly lovely, oh sister of mine! Let us see whether a lover is some day going to find passion as well as beauty in you.”

“Don’t-oh, d-don’t!” she sighed.

Convulsively her naked thighs clutched the finger which dwelt and moved between them. The finger bore upward. It was imperiously upon the thin strand which protected the wee split so inadequately that it could feel in clear outline the tender groove.

Panting breath issued from four lips, which were almost in contact. With arms still about his neck, Marion dropped the white lids over her eyes, which could not endure the glow of ardor in his face. Suddenly she trembled and swayed like a plant smitten with a breeze as she felt upon her parted lips the soft touches of a libidinous tongue.

With her ten fingers clasped upon the nape of his brawny neck for support, she withdrew the indelicately caressed mouth somewhat. But it was pursued. Gently and dismayingly the tongue of the man played upon the still-parted lips of the quivering girl.

Marion shuddered. She revealed glazed eyes for an instant and then the long golden lashes fell over the orbs once more. Her pinks lips closed upon the slippery intruder which played between them and then they opened again for a dismayed exclamation.

“Oh, how can you lick my mouth like that!” she quavered. “It’s shameful-like an animal. And please, please, take that hand away!”

“Instantly, almost instantly, precious,” he promised. “I just wanted to see whether the sister of the Cochranes’ is really as chilly as her sister and her friends have said. Open the luscious little mouth and see what Brother has for you and then the unwelcome finger will be withdrawn.”

Slowly the panting girl spread the portals of her lips. Anything was better and more endurable, she felt, than that his finger should continue to drive her almost to distraction.

Stanley relieved her of the agitating finger. But he caught her to him even more ardently. And his tongue swiftly invaded the pink, warm cavern of her mouth, where a coiled and apprehensive little tongue awaited it.

Marion swayed feebly in his embrace as she felt not only her mouth but her tongue gently licked. Emotions that bewildered her-since how could any pleasant sensations be expected from so disgraceful a contact-shot through her nerves.

Suddenly he heard her moan softly. She was trembling. And the moist warmth of her own tongue was in motion against his.

He thrilled to this activity, to this confession of reciprocal pleasure on her part in a caress of which she had never even heard. He strove to make his own caresses gentle, not too dismaying for this awakened virginal ardor.

He licked the warm little tongue, felt it respond with a timid sensuality. He withdrew his tongue to the portals of her lips and felt the other tongue advance almost eagerly, as if reluctant to say farewell to its guest.

He licked the delicate lips, the tip of her small tongue, and then suddenly his whole tongue writhed in the effort to surround the girl’s tender, moist organ of speech. Blindly, she gave him fullest access for this insidious caress, which had at first impressed her as so odious.