In an odd stupor Rose had listened to his words. Already she had taken in her fingers for the preliminary soft caresses his huge weapon. And the fart that he did not seem to be concerned with what she was doing — that he was not even looking at her… made it all the easier for her to nestle her hot cheek now and again upon his hot member-and to touch it tentatively with her tongue here and there.
“Kiss the head-and then lick beneath it-” he whispered very softly.
She started violently and then colored deeply as this interruption revealed his knowledge of her gradual approach to the final caress-and of her growing sensual delight therein. She complied, nevertheless — and was startled to feel the heat of a perverse pleasure followed by a torrid longing pervade her body and control her nerves.
He continued talking-conscious that she was becoming infatuated with her task-and aware that this would happen more easily if her thoughts were diverted some other place.
“Families are scarce in which these irregularities do not ever occur,” he reflected aloud. “In my own case, here is a slight confession to balance your own story!”
“My elder sister was involved in an accident in which her husband was killed, and she was badly injured. When she recovered and left the hospital she came to live with us, and as she was still bedridden she was constantly demanding my company in her room to keep her amused and happy.”
“She was already able to move about in bed quite freely, and despite her injuries she was already as pretty and as lovable as ever-and as insistent that her seventeen year old brother was created for the purpose of carrying out her wishes and keeping her occupied-which I was by no means loath to do.”
“She had discovered on one occasion that the disclosure of her lovely shoulders and bosom above the bedclothes aroused me to flushed interest, and I think it was more than a malicious amusement that filled her when she found that she could excite me.”
“It was perhaps inadvertently that she let me see one naked and lovely breast-her nightrobe having fallen away from her bosom as I placed an extra pillow behind her at lunch time. I was stricken speechless by the delicious sight-and sister Mary noted my agitation and pleasure-and easily divined the cause.”
“Thereafter I was permitted to see more and more of her charming person as I sat by her bedside reading aloud and she manoeuvred so as to place all her naked bust before my eyes under the loose nighty which she commonly wore-even though the result was a total lack of attention to the book from which I was reading.”
“If I tried-and sometimes I did try-to see further than her delightful bosom, she would humor me in that too. For she would lean forward and ask me to adjust her pillows-moving her body in such a way that her nightdress swung open and disclosed her rounded breasts and the lovely body below.”
“And then-ohh… Rose-that's right-bear downward with your lips… see, they will stretch… and it will slip-right in-all the head will go in… very gently — like that…”
Breaking off in his narrative as the excited Rose, having licked every inch of the inflamed prick, suddenly gasped and applied her parted lips to the swelling head and sucked down on il. Francis Freeman was delighting now in the soft cradling of his throbbing sex in the moist warmth of Rose's pretty mouth.
She whimpered with dismay as the bulging red head of his weapon strained her softly yielding lips to the uttermost, but a little sigh of satisfied delight escaped her as it finally slipped right in and found refuge in her hot little mouth. She blushed with renewed shame as he took cognisance of her eager prostitution of her lips-but she persisted valiantly in cramming her mouth with this nice luscious morsel.
The shock to her nerves was immense-and thrilling — the experience of tasting and feeling this male sex invading every bit of her mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue round the head, drew down on the male juice, savouring the sharp flavor. She was quivering, almost fainting with the keen ecstasy it gave her.
She had to support herself on her elbows upon his thighs, for her fingers never abandoned their hold on his darling sex. Merely to feel her lips imprisoning this softly warm bit of masculinity intoxicated her beyond words. Its taste-all the sensations of harboring it thus-were heady to her mind like strong wine. She sucked on it gently as he again began his own recital.
She heard each word-but dimly, as from a great way off. Persistently she forced her mind to recall the disgrace of acting as she was acting. She literally fought to retain the immense shame which she should feel, but which was being eclipsed by a flood of perverse rapture. Her head whirled-and somewhere within it she heard the phrase 'cock sucker' which her husband had once pronounced, adding poignancy to her peculiar sense of pleasure.
She told herself that she was just a naked animal at the man's feet-naked by his command and forced to minister to his lusts-she was not even his mistress. And as she softly sucked and moved her tongue over this delicious mouthful, this woman of fine upbringing exulted in her own downfall.
“As I sat thus on her bed,” continued Freeman, “my own healthy young cock would already be hardening from the view of her delightful bosom-and as I saw the nipples of her lovely breasts it would rapidly attain complete ejection.”
“It became Mary's silent delight to lay her hand on my thigh while I tried to read when in this state-and then quite unconsciously let her errant fingers slip up a little further-to touch, furtively, at this stage, the object which distended my breeches.”
“It chanced that I was a shy and inexperienced youth at that age-in spite of what you may think of me now. And I was not quite convinced that her approaches were really quite deliberate and planned. I think my sister relished my mute 'greenness.' She had only been married some three years, and was not herself a girl of much amatory wisdom-so that she might have felt incapable of further advances had not my own shyness drawn her along.”
“The evening came when she wished to try to walk a few steps with my aid, so that we could 'surprise the folks downstairs' as she said. And with my aid-which I think was quite unnecessary-she twisted her legs out from beneath the bedclothes.”
“She was rosily embarrassed-overcome by a sensuality so long penned up-as she projected her naked feet and then her legs from the bed to my delighted gaze! Even this much display thrilled me-for my somewhat prudish mother I had never even seen barefooted. And there my pretty sister sat-her thighs by now barely hidden. I thought that she was waiting for me to raise the coverlet so that she might emerge from the bed.”
“I did so-and I gasped and quivered. For her rounded milk white thighs were naked to their summits-while at their convergence lay-equally exposed-the base of her belly and the blonde grove of her sex hair.”
“She must have contrived, as she moved in the bed, to pull her nighty well up-and that fact perhaps explained the presence of such color in her face and such sensual languor in her eyes as I had never before seen.
“Yet she exclaimed in apparent dismay as I thus displayed her secret nudities.
“You could at least have given me a second to make sure that I was decent, Frank, before thus uncovering me,” she remonstrated-but so softly that I was not too ashamed.
“I was just reaching down to see if my nightgown-was in order, when you pulled off the covers like that!” she complained softly.
“I'm sorry, Mary…” I stammered.
“But I noticed-and wondered-that she still sat just where she was-naked from her toes to her navel-and let me continue to look at her.”
“It was such a shock,” she murmured, perhaps to explain her immobility. “It's left me quite weak. But after all we are brother and sister, and I guess you are old enough to find out how women are made-and very likely you've seen mother like this before now?”
“There was a distinct query in Mary's voice. And I think she was a little pleased that it was her body which had afforded me my first glimpse of feminine sexual charms. And I know she was pleased as I added: 'I've never seen mother — but — you are really lovely, Mary darling…”
“Silly boy!” she exclaimed, almost tenderly. “Why don't you help me up, so that the curtain will fall-instead of trying to flatter your ancient sister like that.”
“She was so scantily clad-with her nighty drawn up so that it had become merely a white girdle with one breast just showing its rosy tip above-that I could hardly touch her without encountering nudity. I hesitated.”
“Are you going to leave me in this disgraceful state all the evening?” she demanded weakly. “I'm so upset that I can barely move. I think you might first tuck away… m-my n-naked breast-”
“I panted audibly with delight as I obeyed. To my young and inexperienced self it was the most exciting thing in the world that I should be able to touch with impunity one of those firm, full mounds with its pouting pink nipple. As if it had been a delicate and fragile jewel, I fingers and snuggled it hack into its nest of muslin and fragile lace.
“And now…” Mary said, and her voice was none too steady as she spoke, “with your arm about me you ought to be able to walk me around the room.”
“I tried to take her thus-as solicitously as possible. My hand trembled when it touched the fragrant delicacy of her white, smooth skin just below the disordered and tousled nighty.
“Good heavens.” she expostulated again. “You haven't got to take me by the bare body, have you?”
“Although her tone was so mild as not to startle me, she squirmed around in the attempt to assist in her own rising. The lovely thighs which had remained pressed together until now, were parted somewhat-and then more lavishly-and I saw what had hitherto been concealed from me-a faintly rosy gash running downwards between her legs from her plump mound with its abundant growth of ruddily golden hair.
“If I breathed hard-so did she. And I think she was getting an enormous 'kick' out of showing her sex to her then innocent brother-for she prolonged the exposure far more than was necessary as she pretended to avail herself of my help.
“It was some time later-after she had proudly walked about the room with my arm supporting her-that her own passion and her observation of my stiff erection impelled her to an uncontrollable and licentious advance far more deliberate than any she had hitherto made.”
“She was back in bed-and I was sitting beside her as I read to her aloud. And suddenly-without any preliminaries her hand was upon my throbbing prick. I choked, stammered, ceased even to try to read. I trembled like a leaf as she deliciously squeezed and petted the huge swelling inside my trousers. She was shaking her head-looking at me with eyes which were suffused with languor.”
“Poor boy-poor darling-ohhh… Frank!” she whispered huskily. She controlled her voice and began once more in a low tone. “Little sister is really much worried to find you like this-so very excited! It can't be good for you! But perhaps a little petting will make it feel much better?”
“For a minute or two of extreme felicity for me-and of no great distress for her, you may be sure-she continued to mould and finger the swelling prick within my breeches until I was trembling from head to foot. The book had fallen unheeded to the floor. My sighs of shamed delight were almost moans of passion.”
“Do you want Sis to do even more than this to try and… soothe you?” she whispered vibrantly. Her pretty face was flaming with excitement.
“Go on-ohh… Mary darling-do whatever you wish to do!” I stammered.
“It's not what I wish-it's what I think may be good for you!” she insisted, with an air of complacent virtue. “You may not think it's very nice-at first-what I'm going to do-but something just has to be done-about the state into which you've gotten yourself.”
“Any… anything-you do-is nice…”I stammered feebly.
“Her hand was loosening buttons. It crept inside-and I groaned aloud with delight as I felt my naked member taken in her caressing hand. And how she did pet me! Her long, pliant fingers took possession of my sex, and gloriously tormented my delighted prick with their wonderful caresses.”
“Her breath came hissingly through her lips. With a new found strength she twisted upright on the bed-and took both hands now to uncover and bring to light the object of her devotion.”
“You monster-ohh! You incredible… lovely and beautiful monster!” she cried hoarsely-as she beheld my rampant weapon in all its proud nudity.
“She almost tore at my garments as she revealed all my private parts. My shame had vanished ere now. She lingered my balls-squeezed them gently-and let her slim fingers tangle in my genital hair… and then she seized in both hands the column of flesh which seemed to fascinate her…”
“For a long time she played with it-giving me such sensations that I gasped in ecstasy. Her face was close to it now, she cooed over it. Her breath was hot upon its swelling head. She eyed the red cap about which her lips were poised and hovering. I started-and suppressed a cry of utter delight. For all the tip of my cock was sucked in-throbbing and palpitating within the moist, warm paradise of Mary's hot little mouth.”
Francis Freeman's voice faltered as he panted out these last words. And Rose quivered to the depths of her being at the culmination of his story. And not even the fact that the frenzied throbbing of his prick within her mouth showed that the instant of her complete degradation was at hand served to make her wish to withdraw her prostituted mouth.
As if instinctively, she sucked more softly and licked more gently as she drew down on the smooth cap, and then she heard him gasp deliriously and knew that her mouth was about to receive his pulsing sperm.
Her eyes one lambent flame, she raised them to his face in time to see the delight portrayed there-nor did she mind in the least now that he should be looking down upon her abject occupation and witness her intense delight in it.
She moaned faintly and stranglingly as her tongue felt the first jet of his sperm. “Ohh-ohh! Ohh!” she gasped. And then drew it down her throat with apparent ecstasy. She continued to draw gently upon the spouting member — and swallowed with frenzied pleasure every drop which her lips and tongue could drain from him.
A few minutes later Rose stirred and sighed faintly as she heard his low voice. Her breasts throbbed upon the bared masculine thighs. She shook about her shamed and flaming face her long hair, which had become unbound and then she lifted her head mere inches towards him.
“Come out!” he repeated.
“I can't… ohh! I daren't…!” she wailed. “How c-can I ever 1-look you in the face again-after-after all that happened!”
“Another time I should pull you out forcibly-and treat you with severity for such disobedience,” he said gently. “But I realize that you feel covered with shame, not only for having pleased me so delightfully-but by being so thrilled yourself while doing it. Come out here to me!”
She scrambled out in submission to his wish-to stand by his side with downcast eyes and blushing cheeks.
“Now kiss me!” he demanded.
“You wish-you actually wish… you are willing to to kiss me… after that.” she whispered. “Let me at least go and clean my lip?”
He laughed softly and drew her nudity down towards him until their two mouths were yoked. Then he pulled her onto his knee and kissed her once more.
“You were simply marvelous. Rose!” he said. “I think you are a genius at that caress-and if you still entertain any ideas of being released from my yoke-you can forget it… for I wouldn't part with you for the world.”
It was his first acknowledgment that he considered her now as something belonging to him, even though he had treated her as such and though she had felt herself to be his chattel during the past two hours.
But she could not resent even that now. She was not so certain that she wished to do so. She could only sigh- and avoid his eyes-and when he raised his lips again- stoop down to kiss him very softly and tenderly.
“And now you can tell me how unspeakably terrible it all was!” he bade her.
“Terrible! Terrible… not terrible?” she breathed. “It was-you know how I found it-the most wonderful thing I have ever done. I can't hide the fact-so why should I try to deny it? You say I did it nicely… but you must know that I'd sooner die than do it with anyone but you!”
“But-my precious-and estimable and charming little lady,” he smiled. “I think that you were born to perform this very delightful act-it merely chanced that I was the fortunate man to discover the fact.”
“But if you should happen to be in the presence of some other stalwart and naked virility-and if you do not feel the intense longing to take it in your mouth- then you may come back to me and say once more that you love only-my prick.”
But she was so visibly distressed by his mocking words that he felt impelled to desist.
He had placed her astride his bare thigh, which was now stripped almost to the knee by her efforts to reach as much of his flesh as possible while she sucked him off. And he had raised his shirt so that he might press the warm mounds of her naked breasts to his bare skin. Rose sighed repeatedly at the contact-and shivering, pressed his bare leg between her thighs.
Her agitated sex was warm and moist to his skin. Her own excitement, enhanced by all this, was almost pitiful. It gave her sufficient daring to fondle lightly the man who had mastered her, and of whom she stood in such oddly delightful dread. She rubbed her cheeks on the matted hair of his chest. She bent down in his surrounding arm to tickle the pit of his navel with the tips of her swelling breasts.
And all the time she kept casting surreptitious glances downward to where that instrument of sex which she had sucked hung massively down. Such was its bulk still, that she could hardly believe it was soft now. Her drooping hand ventured to touch it-and then, scared by having taken this sensual initiative without his permission, she cast a quick glance at his face to see if he was irate.
But he was smiling-and under that quizzical look she flushed anew and hid her face on his neck.
“It is not anything to be ashamed of, Rose,” he laughed, “that you are still vibrating with passion. I have had a relief which thrilled me-but you have had none except the joy which you experienced in sucking my prick.”
She shivered almost luxuriantly under his tormenting and brazenly reminding words. Perversely he continued: “If time permitted I would lay you on the table here and then compel you to relieve yourself with your finger before my eyes. And if your son were present I should offer him his mother's naked body-and he would fuck you till you really squealed with rapture and begged for my mercy…”
Dismayed and dumb with horror, the woman flared and shook with fear and desire intermingled at the horror of his suggestions.
“Even as it is I think you will have some relief if you obey me now. For I value you too much to let you suffer at the expense of your health. I realize what haunts and intrigues you-it is my prick… in its present state of repose. You are curious at its apparent softness and its bulk. Get down there for a moment-and take it again in your mouth.”
Kneeling down, she complied-and with evidence of real eagerness rather than compliance this time. The plump softness and whiteness of the drooping organ was thrilling and fascinating. She drew down on its shrunken head with ardent fervor, harboring within her red mouth much more of its length than she had managed to absorb on the previous occasion.
She tasted the great morsel-and adored it. Furtively she touched the great testicles-and fondled the soft yet firm shaft outside her clinging lips with caressing fingers. She sucked lightly-looking up at him for permission.
Suddenly she gurgled with surprise and pleasure. Inside her warm mouth the great head of his sex had uncapped itself as it swelled. It filled the rosy cavern in which it lay. Her lips were once more distended strainingly by its bulk. And the white shaft which her finger-tips still caressed was once more unbelievably expanded and hard.
“Stop now… that's all!” he said, smiling. For the naked Rose was moaning her frenzied wish to repeat her previous feat with this lovely sex, and her draining lips were sucking and her soft tongue tickling and caressing very busily.
“I only wish to disabuse you of the notion that your charms had even temporarily put me hors de combat,” he added. “Now straddle my leg again. That's it. Now-do with this soft hand of yours what you like-and find too, what other pleasures you may in this posture.”
Even though Rose did not fully comprehend at first the meaning of his words-nature drove her on. Carnally inflamed as she was-she could not help rubbing her throbbing slit upon the hairy thigh which she bestrode- and all the while her dangling hand fed the fire that consumed her by toying most lasciviously with the now rigid member of her Lord and Master.
Pantingly she breathed forth what he understood to be a plea for further information regarding his youthful adventure with his charming sister, Mary.
“So that episode interested you?” he queried. “I rather thought it might. And you may be sure it interested vastly the seventeen year old boy I then was. The mere fact that my older sister wished to take my prick in her mouth and suck it mystified me tremendously. But once my startled surprise gave way to the thrills that penetrated all my flesh-how I did enjoy it.”
“She told me she had learned this pleasant habit from her late husband-and had sucked him daily thereafter, to the extent that she might well have ruined his health if she had insisted on extracting his sperm every time.
“She had sucked me off and swallowed my spend with great relish that first time. Frightened perhaps by what she had done, she petted and soothed me afterwards for a long time. She even wept, I remember, and reproached herself bitterly-until she saw how the experience had thrilled and delighted me.
“On subsequent occasions she permitted me indulgently to strip her quite naked on her bed-and to familiarize myself thoroughly with her lovely body. This was a keen pleasure to me-indeed to both of us-for my sister had that keen pleasure in showing her body indecently that is characteristic of so many girls-more especially those who know their bodies to be admirably formed.
“Mary sucked me every day-sometimes to the glorious finale-but more frequently stopping just this side of the climax-with a self restraint that I now realize was admirable in its solicitude for my health.
“Yet a minor calamity was impending-and one which much impressed me-particularly because it served to stir my pretty but somewhat prudish mother into action. It seemed that our long daily sessions-so eagerly awaited by both of us-aroused her interest if not her suspicions. So she then descended to a little spying-and she must have gotten an eyeful.
“But although a woman of action she restrained herself from breaking in on us. She determined at once that she was not going to have her only son ruined by such practices if she could help it And in pursuance of her resolve she came to my bedroom that night.
“Since her hitherto inveterate prudishness had caused her to cease such visits when I reached my teens, I was quite naturally much impressed — the more so in that owing to her wish not to arouse my father from sleep, she had come barefoot and in her nightgown.
“I was aroused by the turning on of the bedroom light She questioned me-and when I denied everything she then confronted me with what she herself had seen. I think that I cried a little. Much moved, she cradled me in her arms, absolving me gently of most of the blame. Then she asked me again-and now I related to her most of what had occurred.
“And now comes the delicate part of the situation, Rose. My mother was a woman of extreme rectitude, as I have indicated. But my tale was not exactly a calming potion — even for a mother. And I shall never know how much her subsequent actions were dictated by maternal anxiety and how much by a perhaps unconscious lasciviousness born of her discoveries and of my story.
“In any event she whispered nervously something about the possibility that I had been injured by what had happened. And she pulled the bedclothes from me. I wore a nightshirt at that time, and she caught at this tremulously after she had raised the covers.
“I must ascertain, dear,” she whispered, “whether you appear to have been harmed. You are too young to realize the danger to which your sister Mary may have exposed you, the wretched girl must have been crazy to have done such a thing.”
“I shall never forgive her if I find that you have been harmed in any way — or weakened in your powers. I should have explained to you about sexual matters-I see that now. Lie still and let mother see-Francis.”
“I was not protesting-although more shaken than even when my sister had stripped me naked. Mother bared me to above the navel-and I heard her gasp softly.
“Then she took a seat on my bed. 'Close your eyes, dear — don't even look at me as I examine you,' she said. 'Lie perfectly still. Oh! God! That my boy should be a man already-and such a man! ft is unbelievable. You dwarf your father, Francis! But what am I saying? Heavens!'
“Her final words were whispered-and I hardly think she was aware of their being audible. She was gazing down with something approaching awe at the sturdy shaft that was reposing on my testicles.
“But now the shaft stirred-for not even the fact that it was my mother who had denuded me could quite prevent the sexual agitation due to my nudity in the presence of a woman. I turned my head nervously on my pillow and half opened my eyes.
“And now my mother, gazing fixedly at my genitals and all my naked body, sighed feverishly and gave a low gasp as she saw my prick raise its head and begin to stiffen. There was a clear light behind her-and through the thin nighty that she wore her breasts and all her torso were displayed to me as if she were nude.”
“She was slender but beautifully built. Her breasts were like twin apples of delight, and through the gauzy silk I could discern the clustering curls that covered her mount and I shivered and sighed in my turn. Then I gasped aloud — for bending forward impulsively she had taken my swelling penis in both her hands.
“Don't be nervous, dear!” she faltered, although I think it was she who was the more overwrought by this time. And then she handled investigatingly my prick and balls. I heard inarticulate murmurs from her parted lips. She reached for a reading lamp beside my bed-and she told me to hold this so that its light illuminated my genitals and allowed her to peer and finger me everywhere.
“You are a monster-a lovely monster, my son!” she told me at last. “And mother is so relieved to find that you have not been injured by your experiences with your sister. But I shall tell Mary that they must end immediately. I would rather that she left the house than this.”
“Oh! But mother!” I cried. “It was so lovely! don't make her stop. I'm a man, you see-it can't hurt me now — please mother!”
“Yes! I see that you are at least a man,” she said as she capped the ruddy head of my sex in her palm, while her other hand fondled its length tremulously.
“But it may have been my insistent assertion that I was a man which lodged in her mind and which was the seed of an idea which bore strange fruit later.
“She had the promised interview with my sister Mary the next day, and I heard the nervously raised, angry voice of my sister and the quieter replies of my mother as she attempted not to attract my father's attention. I could hear Mary threaten to leave the house forever. And then my mother spoke at some length. My sister replied in a softer tone. Then my mother saying:
“If you would only content yourself with that. Mary, it might even do him some good-and you also. Now that the matter had gone so far-and as the dear boy says- he is really a man now…”
There was a low but emphatic assent on my the part of my sister.
“But can I trust you?” enquired my mother anxiously. “Now that I know of this terrible and licentious desire of yours which I simply will not permit with Francis- I shall be afraid…”
“Good heavens!” exclaimed my sister Mary, “do you think any woman with this incredible huge thing buried in her could have any wish for other indulgences? If you could see Frank's incredible monster just for a moment!”
“I have seen it,” confessed mother nervously and in a somewhat shamed voice.
“Then it must have been very recently,” said my sister, with what sounded like a jealous intonation. “For he had always told me how very prudish you had been with him — and I thought you were very silly about it.”
“His… thing… is indeed marvelous.” sighed mother. It was in direct consequence of this discussion that the most startling incident now occurred. For on the following day my father chanced to be away on business-and that night my dear mother astounded me by rousing me from bed, conducting me to my sister's room, stripping off my night shirt, and introducing me between the sheets of my waiting sister's bed.
“I found Mary there as naked as myself! She hugged me to her-telling me not to worry-everything was all right!”
“And with her slender naked body in my arms I was quite prepared to believe her,” added Francis Freeman.
“Your sister Mary will make a real man of you, Francis dear,” sighed my flushed mother. “She will show you the proper way of sexual enjoyment I agreed to this-thinking that it might be in your best interests-and realizing that after all such a manhood as yours must be appeased.”
She turned as if to go-somewhat reluctantly it seemed. From the doorway she gave a last backwards glance and then, with a little cry of dismay, hurriedly returned to the bedside.
For already my insatiable sister had bared both of us by throwing back the coverlet. Crimson with desire from the contact of our naked bodies and from the surreptitious fondling of my prick, she did not perhaps realize that mother was still in the room.
In any event, she was crouching above me like a tigress over its prey and madly kissing my rampant prick.
“None of that!” cried my mother. “You know what you have promised, Mary. Unless you keep your word, I shall take Francis back to his room at once!”
“I had no intention of sucking him,” disclaimed Mary furiously. “I meant to let him-take me-in the normal way. But I suppose I may kiss and caress just for a few moments such a wonderful-darling… cock-as his?”
“Yes-ohh… yes! I know how you feel,” gasped my mother. “But I am so afraid that you will not be able to hold yourself back from that other…”
“Then supervise it for yourself-for heaven's sake!” exclaimed Mary furiously.
“My mother's face paled. Her sensitive nostrils flared. She hesitated-and then seated herself determinedly on the bedside. “I will,” she whispered. “I feel that if I am here-that it would be safer.”
“Far too inflamed with desire to pay any further attention to her audience, my sister bowed her head over me again. She kissed and licked furiously the virility-which had contracted somewhat from its owner's incredulity and dismay over the situation.
“She kissed it hotly-and then licked it once more-while her fingers tickled my testicles… fondled all my nudity. Into the pale face of my mother the blood was rushing once more-she was pink with embarrassment-or some other emotion.
“But-I don't th-think,” she stammered, “that such a caress as th-this belong with — with a normal embrace between a man and a girl.”
“What do you know about it?” cried my exasperated young sister, raising her head to glare at me. “You-you with father… as mild as milk-and your damnable placidity all around the house. Since you insist on being here-sit still and learn something about a real… fuck…between two people with real bodily passions.”
“My mother blushed as I had never seen her-and bowed her head before the storm. She shivered as she saw my sister literally chewing my sex hair and then crowding her soft lips for a moment over the ruddy hair of my rigid prick.”
Almost timidly she took one of my hands-and with her other hand stroked and patted my body-as if to reassure me that she would not permit matters to go too far and too violently.
Mary bent to lay her stiff little nipples to my lips-one after the other-and whispered to me to lick and suck them in turn-as she drew one of my hands down in between her parted legs-and kissed my lips hotly and sucked my eager tongue.
Then my sister simply fell upon me. She clasped me with her lovely arms and legs-twining them frenziedly round my quivering body-and then she rolled over on her back, taking me with her. Now I was mounted upon her-and our excited breathing rose in unison.
The complaisance of my mother now attained a height which astounded me. For upon the demand of my overwrought sister she thrust a pillow beneath her squirming: bottom-and watched eagerly as I thrust up at the crotch before me-still somewhat ignorant of the proper method of entering it in due form.
“Ohh! Mother! Just look at the stupid boy,” gasped Mary frantically, as she tried to wriggle into position beneath me. “Do take his prick, mother, and show him where to go-he'll slit me wide open if he makes a mistake with that-that thing of his!”
And after a brief hesitation mother did even this. For taking the head of my prick in her slim fingers, she parted the lips of the sheath which was awaiting it with her free hand. Still holding my throbbing member, she patted my buttocks encouragingly and pressed down upon them- thus indicating what I must do. So while she held my dart at its target, I began to push gently in.
My sister was liberally appointed in the matter of room — the fact that she had been married having made a difference, I presume. And it was just as well, for if I had been asked to enter a very narrow channel on my first venture, I might have been afraid to press firmly home.
Even as it was, I found myself very snugly housed- and I managed to effect a partial entrance. My sister gasped and quivered convulsively as I continued to penetrate her soft and delicate slit.
“Ohh! Ohh!” she moaned deliriously. “The monster — the darling… he is splitting me open! His cock is twice the size… I never felt anything like it! Ohh! Cod! Mother-mother… hold him back-just for a moment — till I am used to it… and can open up a bit more!”
My mother's usually calm brown eyes positively were gleaming as she watched and listened. She tore at the bosom of her wrapper as if she were stifling. Through her night gown — when a button had slipped — I saw one naked, pink tipped little breast.
My excitement rose to fury when I saw this. I thrust down brutally-and carried all before me. I listened to no remonstrances-maddened, strangely enough, by this glimpse of my mother's nudity, far more than by the naked charms of my darling sister.
I was aware at last-but not until my prick was buried to the hilt in my sister's quivering body-that my mother was tugging at me to stop. But by now my sister's cries for mercy had subsided into groans of pure ecstasy.
“Don't stop him-mother… n-not n-now!” she wailed hoarsely. “It's m-marvelous-I shall f-faint with… happiness! Ohh! God-go on, Frank-go on… f-fuck me — take… m-me… all of me!”
“I think, Rose, that the darling spent four times in the process of taking my virginity. And when I finally gasped and spent-deluging her womb with pulsing jets of hot sperm-she twined her arms and legs around me and spent again herself-in a spasm of ecstasy.”
“And in the peculiar household relations thus launched and the developments occurring later on-my mother was not able to bear to let me go unaccompanied to my sister's bed, and insisted on watching with a growing passion, our nocturnal bouts.
“So inflamed did she become, in fact, that once when Mary, frantically desirous of a second course and finding that I was not prepared to oblige, demanded that I should be stimulated into action by the sight of my mother's naked thighs and body, the overwrought woman found herself unable to refuse.”
“She permitted her frenzied daughter-who had seen some sign in me that I had a curious desire to view my mother's nudity-pluck up her nightgown and expose all her secret charms to my delighted eyes.
“Yes, mother was almost fainting with shame and desire as Mary encouraged me to handle her nude limbs and even her delicious little sex with my trembling fingers.
“It's high time that you let Frank pet you a little,” cried my sister, as she saw my prick leap into erection under this subtle enchantment. “You've seen plenty of him, mother-and you're crazy about him-you know you are….so it's only fair…”
“How stupid you are not to play with such a lovely boy! With such a prick! Go on, Frank-take her-can't you see she's wild for you? Take her… she's half mad to give you her pretty body, in spite of her silly qualms.” And with remarkable unselfishness she contrived to get my almost fainting mother into position-by dragging her prone and pulling off the remains of her clothing.
“Don't mind me,” she gasped. “1 shall love to watch this. And don't take any notice of her squirmings and wails and protests, Frank-for she'll never be really and truly happy till she gets you inside her.”
Mary was holding her flat on the bed with both Viands as I launched myself down between the kicking, struggling legs. I caught the warm velvet of her parted thighs to restrain her. More adept now-I managed to point my throbbing prick at her lovely, almost girlish slit-and I pressed down upon its tiny, delicate lips.
I was trusting to my sister's assurance that mother would he happy and grateful-afterwards. For I had seen how glowingly ardent and passionate she got when she saw me naked, and how her lovely body vibrated with desire as she was exposed to me in her secret nudity-and I was able to caress her thus.
But I never forgot for a moment that this was a delicate body upon which I lay, and a delicate sex which I was already beginning to penetrate. Her lovely face had the pallor of a swoon as she felt me commence to impale her. A heavy breathing issued from her parted lips. Her eyes were closed.
And seeing that she no longer struggled or cried out, my sister had ceased to pin down her lovely, naked body and sat back to watch events. Her eyes glittered with delight as she saw my inward progress. Over the head of my weapon and lips of my mother's dainty cunt were stretched thin and seemed almost transparent-as I noted by looking downward as I knelt between her slim legs.
Her first groan came as the head slipped in entirely. Then she lay there-quietly shivering-pale and almost unseeing. Mary patted my rump reassuringly. I began to press down softly once more.
And now-with a little choking cry my mother came to life. Her eyes opened and flared. She quivered-and then she whispered something inaudible. Under my slow penetration she shook and trembled-and I saw the color flood her cheeks once more in a slow tide.
And then — as I continued to thrust — a little more forcibly now-she was suddenly scarlet… a true crimson blush of passion and desire-at the sensations that now convulsed her. Her sighs had changed to moans- but now they were moans of ecstatic passion.
She reached her slim white arms for my neck. She kissed me wildly and repeatedly. She twined her thighs and legs about me. Her slim feet pressed down convulsively upon my back. And all the while I continued to sheath within her tight passage the swelling bulk of my excited sex.
“Quite possibly I took half an hour in burying my throbbing prick within my mother's lovely body. It was hard, at times, to be so deliberate-for my darling mother, who was quivering and driven frantic by a desire which grew more frenzied every moment-was begging for less forbearance every minute.
“Go on — push — Francis darling!” she implored me. “No matter if you do tear me a little-I can stand it! For Cod's sake… fuck me… let m-me feel your great prick — all the way inside m-me!”
My amazement at hearing such language from my chaste young mother was inexpressible. I think that Mary was whispering in her ears her own delight at witnessing the combat-and that some of her expressions lingered in the overwrought mind of the older woman.
Finally I planted within her clinging sheath the last fraction of my weapon. Breathing hotly, I lay upon her heaving, soft, warm belly-trying to spare her as much of my weight as possible. It had been no easy matter to penetrate this moist and warmly welcoming sheath so very solicitously-in order to give her ecstatic pleasure instead of tormenting pain.
And then, as our genital hairs mingled, a peculiar aspect of our embrace drew my attention. For whereas mother had been so sincerely appalled earlier at the idea of this incestuous union, she seemed not to dwell with frenzied joy upon that very feature of our lascivious encounter.
As I have indicated, it was necessary to almost rape her in order to penetrate her body at the outset, and it was only her daughter's detaining hands which made it possible. Yet here she was-smoothing my cheeks with fluttering hands, and babbling-
“Ohh! My son! My darling, darling son-fucking his own mother! Yes… yes-fuck your mother, Francis darling-is your huge, wonderful prick quite buried… is it-clear into my cunt? Ohhh-I'm fainting with delight! Look… Mary… how gloriously he fucks his mother-”
I was not much better as I stammered replies to her gasping rhapsodies.
“How lovely to fuck you like this, mother darling!” I whispered. “Your tight little cunt is squeezing my prick to death! I am all the way inside your body now! I will fuck you till you squeal for mercy! Did you enjoy it just now when I fingered your slit-when Mary showed it to me? Will you suck me, too, some time? I saw your lovely little breast the other day… and it made me so hot- hotter than ever before! But now I can see them both- the darlings! Ohh! Mother, mother darling… I'm coming… coming!”
You can see I was every bit as crazy as she was. And her voluptuous young daughter Mary-writhing nakedly by our side, with her fine eyes glowing with passion-listened to our babbling sensualities and was spending in a perfect ecstasy of joy.
There is no way of describing the marvels of that embrace. My mother's ecstasy was now silent-now furious — but without intermission. It was too much for the body to endure. My darling mother had already spent three or four time-when she suddenly gasped and fainted.
I was alarmed, of course, but Mary hurried to fetch her smelling salts and a glass of cold water. And mother soon was revived-to find me still buried within her tender body but regarding me with an anxious face.
Her eyes were dared and wondering at first-but as I moved my prick gently within her, she shivered and gave a gurgling rapturous exclamation. Her eyes fixed on my face-and her own face flared with joy.
“Ohh-Francis-God in Heaven… my darling-my sweet Francis!” she sighed softly.
And she was instantaneously in such feverish and joyful moment-advancing and withdrawing her white belly and jerking and palpitating in every fibre-that Mary and I realized that we must restrain her lest she injure herself upon the weapon which impaled her.
My sister Mary-beside herself with delight to find that although I had already spent profusely, I was not disposed to withdraw-was in ecstasies of pleasure over the scene she was witnessing. Lying back on the bed, her thighs widely parted, she was openly fingering her rosy, throbbing slit.
I think that my darling mother spent twice more before I came for the second time myself, deluging her cunt with my hot sperm. And now Mary was all solicitude-tugging at my mother to adjourn to the bathroom and a cleansing douche, so as to avoid any possible trouble.
And when they returned to the bedroom and both kissed me fondly and lingeringly, she still insisted that my mother should prepare an alibi for herself in case of accidents-by going at once and getting herself thoroughly fucked by my father.
“But he-good heavens… he hardly ever thinks of such a thing nowadays-” protested my mother feebly. “Besides. I don't like I can't bear… the idea of…:
My sister continued to insist.
“I–I don't think I can stand… anymore… now!” remonstrated my mother weakly.
“It will seem like nothing to you-after what you have just had.” said Mary emphatically.
“That's true…” conceded mother with a twinkling glance at me. “But- well-John is so seldom interested — or prepared for such a thing… in recent years.”
“You just go into the room, turn on the lights… and be standing there-stripped naked… when he wakes up!” Mary instructed her. “And then you'll see whether he isn't prepared to beg your ladyship to grant him a piece…”
“But-Good Heavens…” gasped my mother. “He's never seen me completely nude in his life before!”
“All the more reason why it will excite him tremendously now,” commented Mary crisply.
“But he'll think I'm crazy-standing there all naked- in the middle of the night.” said my shamed and reluctant mother.
“Well… I suppose you need some excuse,” conceded Mary, looking across at me with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “I have it! You can be examining some mysterious injury that has been keeping you awake. You don't know its source, you understand. He will have a good excuse to help you examine yourself-and if he's still a man that should do the trick.”
“An injury-why I haven't a spot or mark on me!” said mother, with justifiable pride. And indeed her slender, naked body was a thing of beauty in the dim light.
“You soon will have-” said my sister promptly. And she caught her about the body and overturned her onto the bed, face downward.
“Smack her, Frank,” she enjoined excitedly. “Paddle her bottom well for having been so prudish with us before. Get mad and spank her till her buttocks are all red and burning…”
“Make her promise to suck your prick whenever you wish from this time on-or to come to your bed whenever you want her to do so! And stop wriggling and wailing, mother-or I'll beat you myself.”
“I looked at them both reluctantly. But my sister went on insistently: “Don't mind hurting her-she will love it — after the first smart has passed off… and so will you. It will make you as hot as fire-and she will long for your spankings in the future-and come whenever you beckon. She will be like your daughter and your mother at the same time-and in your bed at that!”
“Look at her bottom-how lovely and white! Make it rosy, Frank-I promise you she will love it… and then she'll be simply torrid when she goes to your father.”
“Oddly enough, I felt a nervous inclination to treat this lovely flesh as my sister urged. I applied a gentle slap- and then another more forceful one. And I saw my mother gasp-and then quiver lightly.
“Francis-how c-can y-you… ohh-Francis… please — please!” she panted, writhing on the bed.
I gave her three sharp smacks in a row-enjoying now the feel of the yielding flesh-and the faintly pink marks which the snowy skin revealed.
“Not too fast,” warned my sister. “Give her time to feel each one clearly.” So I proceeded with moderation, but made each slap resound through the room.
Mother moaned faintly. Her lovely naked legs parted — showing her delicately pouting cleft-and then slapped nervously together again-as her reflexes changed tempo.
My senses were tumultuous once more. My sister smiled sensuously-and reached out to grasp and caress my very demonstrative sex, while I continued with the task which I found to be unnatural but delicious.
Mother squirmed and involuntarily showed me her cunt again and again in her twisting contortions. She moaned softly once more-and began to plead.
“Ohh! O-o-o-h-Francis darling!” she quavered in her dismay. “What have I d-done to b-be… p-punished like this? I'll always b-be lovely-to y-you and… d-do what you wish if y-you'll only s-stop!”
“Will you go and be fucked by father-as you were told. I demanded furiously. I was wrought up now to an inexplicable pitch-by chastising this naked flesh that I loved.
“Yes-yes… I will-I will!” she cried. “Though I'd far rather-that it was you!”
Her backside was rosy now. She was shivering from head to foot. And suddenly her breathing became raucous. She was writhing under my sister's restraining hand. She drew up her slender legs convulsively-and was perched for a second on her knees-with thighs well parted.
Significantly Mary called my attention with her eyes and a nod-for her hands were occupied-one upon my penis-and the other in restraining mother… to the manner in which mother's exposed slit was pouting rosily in her excitement.
“Perhaps we'd better call it enough for today,” she said. “She's as hot as molten lava right now!”
Mother rose slowly to her feet. There were tears in her lovely eyes. She looked at me reproachfully. And then, quite suddenly she came to hug and kiss me. One of her hands was aiding Mary's in caressing my swollen prick.
“You hurt me, darling,” she murmured, and then, very softly in my ear-“and then, after a hit… I didn't mind — even though it still hurt! Fancy, spanking your own mother! Shall you… spank me often?”
“Whenever you need it!” I said with assurance.
She gave me an ineffable glance-full of promise and hot desire.
“Ohh! Come… come on the bed-just once more!” she begged tremulously. “I–I don't think-I can stand it… if you don't take me!”
But Mary interfered-with a side glance at me that called attention to her prophecy about the result of a spanking on my formerly strait-laced mother.
“No!” she said. “You promised to go to father now. Or else Frank will have to spank you again-and your buttocks are already rosy and sensitive.”
With a resigned sigh my mother acquiesced.
“But, ohh! What will John think-when he sees how red my rear is?” she queried in alarm.
“You must tell him that you've been sitting — bare-bottomed on that plush chair in your room,” said my ingenious sister. “And that you think that the skin may have been poisoned by the coloring of the material.”
“That's a good idea! Remember it, mother! And now come along!” I insisted eagerly.
“But… b-but-” stammered mother, “you are not going to follow-and watch us-are you?”
“Both of us!” said Mary firmly. “We shall watch it all from the door-which you must leave ajar.”
Mother had a moment of downright rebellion. “It's so terrible!” she exclaimed. “The idea of our son and daughter watching us-while we… while we-! Anyhow, I don't know that I can get your father to do it!”
“Better give her a few more smacks,” observed Mary quite collectedly.
I grasped mother about the body with my left arm from the rear. My hand closed down on her genitals-she was pinned over my left knee face downward. I raised my band high in the air-and her bottom twitched and quivered in anticipation… the cheeks parting just enough to show me the beginning of her slit-already pouting rosily with sensual excitement.
“Stop… ohh! Please stop!” begged my mother frantically. “It-my bottom-is already spanked to death. I'm so sore! I'll go-indeed I will!”
Yet she was writhing under the pleasure which my hand was causing her in front-and I think that at the bottom of her heart she was hoping for another spanking — even at the expense of some added pain.
I put her on her feet. Hastily draping her night robe around her. She trailed down the hall to her room. Naked as the dawn my sister and I followed her, and she entered the marital chamber-leaving the door ajar.
“Mother turned on the lights. We could see that she was rosy with nervousness-hesitant as to how to handle such an unprecedented situation.
Father turned over in bed and blinked at the sudden light. “Who-what-anything wrong?” he said sleepily.
“Mother had summoned up courage to let fall her robe, and standing there entirely nude, she was rubbing her inflamed bottom and twisting her head round in the effort to see it.
“For the love of heaven. Dot!” cried father. He sat up in bed-obviously unable to believe his eyes.
“If the light disturbs you I'm sorry!” said mother. “And I'm sorry too, to be in this condition. But I can't sleep. Something is burning my skin, I'm afraid. John- do you think the dye on that plush chair could be poison to the bare skin?”
My father's eyes were popping as he climbed out of bed and crossed the room.
“Don't apologize, Dot!” he said gently. “I've never seen you this way before. You're even prettier than I thought. What can I do to help you? Let me see-” He approached her diffidently but with glowing eyes.
“Oh! John-I'm so embarrassed!” sighed mother. “But — really, I can't get at it to see for myself what… the trouble can be.”
Father was endeavoring to appear matter of fact-he was probably afraid of alarming mother-who was so very modest that this was the first time he had ever seen her quite naked. Even now she was shrinking a little as he drew near.
“Don't be silly, Dot!” he breathed agitatedly. “It is your bottom? Good heavens-however did it get in such a state?”
“Why… I told you,” said mother hurriedly. “I sat on that plush chair quite a while this afternoon-I had taken a bath-and I had no clothes on… and-”
“It looks-I swear it looks as if you had a beating!” said father. “There is a lot of inflammation-perhaps some infection-we must throw out that chair!”
“His voice trembled as he knelt behind her-but not before all of us had noted a remarkable bulge in his pajamas in the critical spot. Mary squealed and squeezed my hand excitedly.
“Ohh! John!” protested my mother faintly. “Is it necessary for you to touch me-that way?”
“Certainly-” he muttered. “I have to find out just how for the inflammation has extended-and apply some sort of lotion. To think I had to wait for you to get poisoned to find out what a lovely bottom you have, Dot.
“Ohh, John-be as considerate as you can,” begged my mother. She was sighing now, and casting apprehensively shamed glances at the door, where she sensed we lurked.
“Both my parents were breathing hard. Father was sparing no spot on the two rosy mounds-and their intersection-in his fingerings. “My God, Dot. I could eat this!” he murmured, as he bent to kiss each rosy cheek warmly.
“For shame, John! You-you have never kissed me there-before. It-it's simply indecent,” she whispered huskily. But however shamed she may have been, she stood her ground valiantly. Not even when he now, with a soft gasp of longing and delight, thrust a hand between her legs from the rear, did she do more than stagger and sigh.
“The examination came to a sudden close. For as mother only trembled and sighed and clenched her thighs closely on his intruding hand, he suddenly rose to his feet. More master of the situation than he had ever been before with his modest wife, he caught her up in his arms and laid her naked loveliness across the bed. Her trim feet were upon the floor. He parted her legs. He sank to his knees between them. And for the first time I saw a man's mouth used to caress a woman's slit-and saw, too, how both of them were set on fire by the lascivious gesture.
“Ohh! My God! John-John!” wailed my mother, her voice thick with passion. “What a place to-to k-kiss- and 1-lick-! Have you gone mad? Ohh! How ashamed you make me feel!”
But despite her protests, she was writhing in ecstasy- under his lascivious caresses. And suddenly she gasped-
“Take me, John… have me-quick!”
Even though reluctant to abandon the rosy nook he was so deliriously caressing-and I gasped as I reflected what he would have thought if he had seen how that nook was occupied an hour earlier-he rose to his feet, unable to resist that plaintive call. He slipped off his pajamas. He fell upon my naked mother-who received him with a cry of delight.
“Perversely I could have wished to be right beside them-sucking mother's nipples while she underwent my father's hot assaults. I whispered this to Mary.
“Poor darling-show me… why, you're almost wild for it!” she whispered. “Feel mine-it's simply dripping! Here-can you get into me… standing like this and watching?”
We contrived it somehow, and we fornicated gloriously as we watched the proceedings on my parent's bed — which by that time had reached a culminating point.
Thereafter, I frequently slept between Mary and my mother. For on the plea that Mary was not completely recovered, mother often managed to leave father alone in his bed, and steal down the hall to rejoin us in Mary's bedroom and there they took turns.
I possessed them both alternately-and with indescribable delight Yet each was so solicitous of my health that they insisted on days of abstinence-and my virile powers seemed to increase as a result.
“Ohh!” said Rose faintly-speaking with difficulty- for she was busily rubbing her mossy nook on the naked thigh which she bestrode. “You didn't make a little sister or brother for yourself-d-did y-you?”
He shook his head-smilingly watching the contortions of her slender body and the quivering of her white, lovely nakedness.
“May I-m-may I… s-spend?” she quavered. “You have made m-me so t-terribly… passionate-I can't s-stop-please!”
He nodded his head. “By all means,” he said. “Don't think I want you to suffer for want of relief. I like to see you acting like a hot-blooded schoolgirl, Rose!”
“Or-or… but perhaps,” she panted, ceasing for a moment to rub her crotch on his flesh. “Would you- wouldn't you rather than I… that you-” she hesitated, with a gesture of pretty confusion.
He waited-looking at her quizzically. On her parted red lips there trembled, he knew, the fulfillment of his own prophecy that some day soon she would ask him to possess her lovely body.
Seeing his expression, Rose flared crimson — for she read his thoughts.
“I won't-I won't ask you!” she said feverishly… and thereby confessing what was in her mind. “Unless, of course-” she added hopefully, “you make me ask you… by violence!”
“I could take you,” he reminded her, “without either of us asking…”
“I know,” she whispered. “You could do-or make me do-anything you liked. And yet…” she wailed softly, “a few hours ago I was a free woman-who did what I liked-and took not the tiniest order from anybody.”
“Were you happier?” he enquired curiously.
“I don't know,” she murmured sadly. “At least-I was free. What-oh, what have you done to me? What have you made of me? And how have you done it?”
“I saw a chance to capture an unconsciously sensual and lovely woman whom I coveted!” he said softly. “If you only understood the joy I experienced in capturing you thus-you might face the fact that you are not entirely miserable over your new destiny. Do you, in truth — search yourself now… do you feel wretched over it all and wish to be free?”
Her fine, dark eyes were glazed. She had ceased to move on his thigh-and the sensual flames of her recent actions were subsiding. She tried to think-to answer him.
“I–I think, that I feel a sort of relief,” she said faintly, “to know that I am allowed no business or financial burdens any longer. And-you know how hot blooded I cannot help being toward you-and how fearfully passionate even your perverse control over me makes me.
“Yet-can all this compensate for a loss of my freedom which even now I do not fully comprehend? Why-Fm just a serf-not even daring to venture an idea of my own… save when you're in your present mood! Of course, it can't last-in the twentieth century and in civilization. It's just a strange dream.”
“Perhaps so-but you will not awaken from it until I permit!” he said. “And as for my present mood of lenience, perhaps you have misread that also. Put up your bare belly to me-to be slapped for those argumentative words… come!”
She colored deeply-shivered at this reminder that she dared not oppose his will-and uncovered and projected the tender white belly on which her hands had lain.
His slaps were not harsh. They only colored the delicate skin. And the woman sighed-feeling a heat that was truly provocative penetrate inwards from the softly maltreated skin.
“And now,” he said quietly. “Even though your sensual excitement has died away while we were conversing, I want to see it revived and exploited. I wish you to rub yourself off like a vicious child, Rose-and finger my prick while you do so!”
In that stark tension of nerves in which he had held his victim, even his humiliating command had the power to make her senses flare. She was almost immediately in quick up and down motion on the great thigh which her tender legs clasped so fondly.
Of what was odious in the exhibition which she was being forced to give, she had the most lively apprehension, but that did not serve to deter her from tingling with lustful thrills as she rubbed her soft sex against his bare, warm flesh.
Lasciviously she fondled his rigid member with one hand as she swept her crotch back and forth, now bearing lightly, now forcibly upon his naked thigh. As the sensitive lips of her inflamed slit poured in their excitement, she began to grind down upon his leg more heavily — and to sigh and gasp forth her uncontrollable ecstasy.
Suddenly she quivered-and collapsed forward against his body-but she did not, even in the midst of her spasm, neglect for an instant to caress the stalwart prick she held in her left hand.