Those same exquisite naked legs which had so rejoiced the eyes of Stanley Cochrane clapped together now upon a slender wrist as, with sudden increased agitation, Marion recalled the entire denuding of her rear mounds by her brother-in-law under the jesting pretense of castigating them. Quickly the thighs parted again, however, and the girl sighed, ashamed. For, as she touched the lower rims of her bottom with investigating fingers, trying to make more vivid the recollection of what Stanley had done and said, that slim wrist was so located as to be caught directly in her warm crotch.
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 And the only way she could get it withdrawn had been to humor him, by letting her tongue play with his.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.
“That was a hot one you pulled this afternoon over at Suzanne Barlow’s,” he said. “You may flatter yourself upon the managing to startle for a moment even that crew of wild boys and girls.”
Mildred giggled but did not relax for a second her libidinous play with his body.
“Well, you happened to say you were hungry and we’d better go,” she murmured, “and it came over me that here was my chance to shock everybody. But I’ll tell you confidentially, Stanley, darling, I really only meant to just bare one nipple and put it to your lips. But when they all stared and then laughed I got a little excited and bolder, you know how it is. So I stripped everything off my breasts. But it was sweet of you not to leave me in the lurch, for if you had refused to play, if you had looked shocked or refused to take my nipples in your lips then it would have spoiled everything.”
“Sweet girl,” he whispered, with a hand searching and finding a curling patch of soft hair under the cover, “you created the sensation you were after all, all right! It was the first time any of those fellows had ever seen your lovely breasts absolutely bare. And did they go nuts over them! Old Norm Hamilton got so excited that his fingers ground into my arm while I was sucking your titties. And people tried to bat my head away so that they could see better. And damned if Carley Barlow wasn’t trying to get his head down to take the other nipple when his own wife supplanted him. It seemed funny to be sharing your breasts with a girl that way. How did it affect you? I could hear you sigh and feel you tremble a little, and you stopped laughing.”
“It made me as hot as the very devil, since you inquire so kindly, big boy!” cried his wife with an adorable little pout. “Oh-o-o-o-oh-Stanley!”
She gave the enormous head of his sceptre an exciting loving little squeeze.
“It’s just in the pink-in its prime-isn’t it, my beloved?” she whispered. “But, this afternoon, well, for two bits I would have taken out your thing-oh, yes, I caught sight of its condition-and I would have lain right back on that divan, that’s how agitated I was over what I had done and over the way they all took it! How they razz Suzanne Barlow for shoving her own husband to one side and taking my other breast herself! Do you know, Stanley, I believe she loved it! She sucked me so tenderly, so warmly that it doubled the thrills I was getting from you.”
“Don’t forget,” he commented, “that showing your breasts to all our friends that way had something to do with exciting you. That’s natural enough. As for Suzanne-that’s hardly abnormal either. Lots of girls love to kiss and suck and play with each other’s bosoms. Still, she was pretty ardent about it, wasn’t she? She wanted it to pass as just her contribution to a joke but she was red as a rose. But I heard some of the fellows agree that you had the loveliest breasts they had ever seen.”
“Wait until they see Marion’s-if they ever do!” said the gratified Mildred. “I know my bust is nice but hers is quite the most beautiful imaginable. Incidentally, I would never have dared act as I did if she had been there. It is rather fun to shock my young sister but that would have made her faint!”
“The little beauty is awfully touchy,” agreed her spouse. “But she’s as sweet as mignonette, a family characteristic. But it’s pleasant to keep on giving her greater and greater shocks. She’ll be a winner when she gets acclimated. Everyone adores her while they laugh at her, but she’s wretchedly sensitive.”
“She almost collapsed,” giggled Mildred,” when I first made her slip her arms about your neck in kissing you. Still, she wants to appear game, not to be so wholly different from her companions. And I think some breaches are beginning to appear in her armor of puritan girlhood!
“You can safely bet on that,” returned Stanley. “Why, she’d have choked and run the first day of her arrival to see you admit Gerry Candall to your boudoir when you were bare legged and being pedicured. And the kiss he gave your toes when he went away would have scandalized her into fainting!”