Anonumous - The prodigal virgin

The consequent sensation, coupled with the embarrassed memory of what had pressed her nearly naked stomach as she writhed in the man’s arms while learning those new kisses from him, made the maiden more distracted than ever. She once more clapped her legs together. She rolled them upon her wrist. Her face waxed scarlet in the gloom of the chamber. And then, bitterly ashamed of thus having yielded for the moment to the sensations that thrilled her, she determinedly parted her thighs once more.

Her breathing was agitated. She gathered her memories of that scene upon the dunes with an attempt at chronological exactness. Then-ah, yes-then he had bared her bottom, already so imperfectly and gauzily shrouded. His fingers upon it in the process had so terribly shamed and-yes-excited her. And she had seen how the tan of his face had shown a dull red and how his eyes seemed to gleam. He had been actually rough with his strong fingers but she had not minded that somehow.

Then they had kissed with those kisses which Mildred called her a ninny for hesitating to accord her new brother. But, heavens, they had kissed while he had both hands upon her naked bottom! And then his amazing, entrancing, agitating use of his tongue! No wonder she had almost forgotten for the time how he was handling her flesh.

But she recalled it all clearly now. Yes, he had sunk his fingers in the yielding flesh of her buttocks while their mouths were yoked, while, with her nerves in flames, she had begun to respond timidly with her own tongue.

But what had led her to become so bold, so brazen, so unmaidenly? It had been his great finger projected with the grossest indecency between her legs from the rear! That finger had nearly crazed her with shame. And the only way she could get it withdrawn had been to humor him, by letting her tongue play with his.

But almost immediately she had found her head swimming, her nerves singing. She had lost herself in the deep delight of that strange and prolonged kiss. It was a “kiss” undoubtedly. He had said so-and, of course, since it was delivered with the mouth, it must be a kiss and hence permissible, according to the code of Mildred and of all these jolly, forward, indecorous young lights of the best circles of Chicago. But what a kiss! And Stanley had vowed to teach her other kisses.

Which reflection brought her to that amazing pair of kisses in the grooves of bare flesh just beneath her buttocks and her own intense and intimate reaction to those shameful caresses. It seemed to her that she could still feel his warm mouth, his ardent breath, upon her skin.

With raised knees and elevated loins, she slipped her fingers from either side to touch the very spots where he had laid his lips. She knew exactly where she had felt his mouth-in either channel. Heavens! Not three inches from the groove of her sexuality! No wonder she had felt the reaction so intimately.

But that had been, perhaps, because his unspeakably impertinent finger had been just recently withdrawn from the spot where her thighs had clutched it in consternation and shame. Thank fortune there had been at least that thin silk protecting the nook! How had he acted! Like this?

And, from behind, turning slightly upon one side, Marion managed to intrude her own middle finger directly between her nude thighs. She resisted the shaming thought that she was seeking a revival of the sensations caused by her new brother’s finger. No, it was simply curiosity, she insisted, that was causing her to touch herself as never before.

Too timid to move the buried finger as Stanley had so perturbingly done with his great digit, the girl stirred restlessly, merely squeezing her thighs upon the slender and ineffectual finger, so much tinier than his, vaguely disappointed in not finding again the thrills and the shamed excitement which Stanley had caused her.

She abandoned the futile maneuver and sank slowly into drowsiness. But, as a last thought before sleep, she had pledged herself, in order to exact his promise to regard her finer feelings and spare her the animal handlings he had attempted, to accord him unlimited kisses.

Yes, he would be her guide in striving to find a certain aplomb with all these young people to whose set she belonged of right, yet with whom she felt herself constrained and bashful. She could trust him since he had promised. How splendid a creature he really was and how fine he had looked-more nearly nude than even she had been-with his rippling muscles distending the excuses for garments which he wore! Consciousness failed her upon this reflection.

Stanley Cochrane, it happens, had a certain authority in back of him when he distressed the maiden by assuming a familiarity with her unclad figure and her snowy flesh. For an elated and excited loving wife, much impressed by what she had seen upon catching her embarrassed younger sister still dripping from her bath, had hastened to assure her beloved young spouse that “Marion has developed into a blessed, shy, young Venus if ever there was one, my baby boy!”

Thus had the blond Mildred addressed the former left guard of the Badger eleven, with his six feet, one inch of stature and his corresponding dimensions and his immense strength in every physical field. “Yes, precious, Mother’s tiny pet!” she went on, rather shakily now, for she was rubbing her delicate and lovely breasts, extracted from their nook in her night garment by his fingers, upon the thicket of dark hair upon his chest.

“Yes, baby dear, so,” she soothed her husband as he manifested silently a wish. “Was ums hungry and didums want to suck mother’s little titties? Well, baby has to see if he can catch one of them when it comes around.”

And the colorful and pretty little blonde lady, her silken, flowing hair shades lighter than the dark gold of Marion’s long tresses, but her eyes the same charming gray, circled a rosy and very tempting nipple, a turgid drop of ruddy dew, upon his cheek, his forehead, his nose and chin.

“Take off this infernal nightdress, Mildred darling,” urged the brazen “baby.”

“Ah, naughty baby, and didums wants its little mother all bare and won’t it take its dinner unless she strips all naked and indecent? Well, she will ‘then, but it isn’t very nice, for Mother’s baby is getting-oh-getting very-oh, Stanley-g-getting very-b-big-! Stanley, you great wretch, here it is hammering at my bare legs and I wanted to play baby with you for a while and give you the breast. I want to wrap you up in a corner of the sheet like a diaper and then feel it swell beneath my fingers while I pin the diaper on. But don’t know whether I can wait to play like that now! What horrid things men are, getting so excited right away that a poor girl can’t play an innocent little game because she gets so very passionate, with an immense thing pushing against her! I do think, dearest, you might manage to control yourself for just the least little while! You know you fairly loved it every time I’ve played you were my little child and handled you in the cutest ways and made you take the breast, then felt your great thing swell up gradually in my fingers or in a fold of my nighty. To be sure, you had always taken me just before so that made it easier for you to be placid for a while.”

“Yes, darling, but now I can’t wait to have you, so over you go!”

“Oh, wait just a bit! I do so love to lie here and pretend I’m asleep and just rub your prick quite gently and dream about it beforehand!”

As fond as she was of the unchaste caresses with which her warm hands deluged his muscular, white body whenever the circumstances permitted, Stanley lay beside her, vibrating to the delicate fingerings and fondlings and to the impassioned kisses upon his torso and belly.

Suddenly he chuckled, his thoughts wandering even in the midst of his present delights.